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HYMNS 


AND 


LATER  POEMS. 


By  Thomas  MacKellar,  Ph.  D. 


1900. 


Copyrighted  by 
Charlton  H.  Royal  and  John  Marshall  Gest, 

EXECUTORS  OF  ESTATE  OF  THE  LATE 

Thomas  MacKellar. 
1900. 


PREFACE. 


Thomas  MacKellar  was  born  in  New  York  on  August 

12th,  IM2,  and  died  OH  December  30th,  1S99. 

Early  drawn  by  his  natural  bent  into  a  printing  office, 
he  reached  the  foremost  place  as  a  stereotype!  and  type 

founder,  and  displayed  consummate  taste  in  the  manu- 
facture and  arrangement  of  plain  and  ornamental  type. 
The  firm  of  which  he  was  the  head  and  master-spirit 
became  famous  for  its  productions 

m  his  boyhood  he  seized  every  fragment  of  time 
for  reading  and  study,  and  early  did  acceptable  work 
in  literary  journals.  Volume  after  volume  of  poetry 
followed  in  due  course,  and  the  present  volume  v 
prepared  for  the  press  by  his  own  hand  in  his  eighty- 
eighth  year. 

Mr.  MacKellar's  poetry  follows  the  lines  of  his  char- 
acter and  life.  He  was  a  devout  Christian — gentle,  loving, 
sympathetic — one  of  those,  to  osc  Keble's  words. 

Who  carry  music  in  their  heart 

Through  dusky  lane  and  wrangling  mart, 

Plying  their  daily  toil  with  busy  feet 

Because  their  secret  souls  a  holy  strain  repeat." 

Rhyming  bees  hummed  in  his  brain  in  the  street,  in 
the  busy  office,  in  the  gloaming,  in  wakeful  hours  at 
night,  and  were  rapidly  made  to  sing  in  poetic  form  on 
such  themes  as  the  joys  and  sorrows  of  home,  the  long- 
ings of  Christian  experience,  the  pathos  of  life,  with 

iii 


iv  PRE  FA  CE. 


now  and  then  a  humorous  piece  natural  to  a  man  who 
in  his  boyhood  preferred  Cowper's  "J°nn  Gilpin"  to  any 
other  poem.  He  had  the  satisfaction  of  knowing  that 
many  of  his  poems  had  comforted  the  bereaved,  the 
discouraged  and  weary  among  his  readers.  He  had  toil, 
care,  bereavements,  trials,  and  he  knew  the  world  and 
its  sins  and  sorrows ;  but  the  clarion  note  of  optimism 
rings  clear  through  all  his  books,  even  in  the  poems  of 
his  extreme  old  age,  because  it  is  the  Christian  optim- 
ism, rooted  in  Christ,  whom  the  Bible  portrays  as  slain 
from  the  foundation  of  the  world  that  He  might  become 
the  enthroned  Christ  reigning  over  a  new  world. 

In  his  eighty-sixth  year  a  letter  from  him  to  the 
writer  of  this  Preface  contained  these  words :  "I  com- 
mit myself  unto  Him  and  ask  for  His  blessing  to  attend 
my  writings,  that  they  may  glorify  Him  and  be  helpful 
and  comforting  to  my  fellow  creatures." 

W.  C.  STITT. 
New  York,  March  15th,  1900. 


[One  thousand  copies  of  this  volume  have  been 
printed  by  the  Executors  of  the  late  Dr.  Thomas 
MacKellar  in  accordance  with  his  express  wish.] 


First  Lines  of  Hymns. 


A   LADDER  linking  earth  and  sky 
A  ray  of  sunshine  on   the  way   . 
A   Sabbath  calm  is  on   the  sea  . 
A  wanderer  drowning  in  a  pit 

After  the  storm  bloweth  over  . 
All  days  for  thee,  my  God  .  . 
An  ever-living  fountain  .... 
Another  year  begins  to  tread  . 
Awake,   O  North !  arise,   O  South 


Ble>s  thou  the  Lord,   my  soul ! 
But  one  in  faith,    if  not  in  form 


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v  mortal  man  behold 31 

Day  of  sweetness!   day  of  rest! 62 

From  our   Redeemer's  heart  of  grace    .    .  11 

From  the  end  of  the  earth 114 

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Gentle  Shepherd !   in  thy  grace   ....  84 

God  gave,  and  he  hath  taken 35 

God's  house  hath  many  mansions  set   .    .  60 

God  said,   Let  there  be  light !.....  64 

God  touch' d  the  dust  of  earth 37 

Holy  Spirit!     But  for  Thee 92 

I  believe  in  God  the  Father 117 

I  laid  me  down  and  slept 13 

I  love  the  Lord:   he  is  my  shield     .    .    .  102 

I  praise  the  Lord  that  I  do  stand     ...  46 

In  the  covert  of  his  presence 56 

In  the  fulness  of  the  ages 74 

Is  heaven  far  away? 29 

Lie  thee  down  and  rest,   my  soul     ...  44 

Lord !   thy  peculiar  treasure    ...;..  20 

Master,  bid  me  rest  awhile  .......  90 

More  like  Jesus!   every  day 55 

My  bark  is  sailing  o'er  the  sea     ....  27 

Not  the  cross,  but  Christ,   the  bearer.    .  42 

On  threads  of  gold  our  passing  years  .    .  100 

Onward,   comrades !   move  along    ....  16 

O  sing  a.  new  song  to  the  Lord!.    .    .    .  108 


FIRST  LINES  OF  HYMNS. 


I  »   soul,    by   fire  and   tempest   tried      .     .     . 

O  where   is   God,   my   maker 24 

Our  refuge   in  all  ages  Thou! 104 

Sua  1  1    we  not  walk  as  Jesus  walk'd  ...  96 

She  came  on  the  wings  of  the  morning  .  72 

Soldiers  o\   the  eross  are   we 40 


The  Lord  is  my  shepherd 

The  night  is  past,  the  morn  of  joy  hath 
There's  sunshine  on  the  other  side  .    . 
The  way  to  the  kingdom  of  glory    .    . 
Thou  keepest  him  in  perfect  peace  .    . 
'Tis  not  bv  righteousness  mine  own     . 


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What,   O  friends  has  come  about?  . 
Who  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place 


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Titles  of  Later  Poems. 


Evened  by  Christ 

The  Pastor's  Call 

Victoria,   the  Queen  ! 

Phillips  Brooks 

Philip  ScharT 

William  C.    Cattell 

A  Memory 

Called  in  the  Morning 

Up  and  At  It 

Unite,   or  Die 

Islam  Shall  be  Broken 

The  Wagging  World 

George  W.   Childs 

Aphorisms 

Granddaughter  Dorothy 

The  Voyagers  of  Vore 

The  Old  Battle 

The  Man  with  the  Hoe 

Gude  Peter  Boyd 

New  Year  Salutations,    189 5- 1899 


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CIII CM. 


E  toill  gtor  unto  f)im  that  is  attjirst  of  tf)r  fountain  of  tl)f  tuatrr  of 
life  frtrln.— Rev.  xxl  6. 


T^ROM  our  Redeemer's  heart  of  grace 

A  fount  of  mercy  flows, 
Whose  waters  make  the  desert  place 

To  blossom  as  the  rose. 

Ho!  ye  that  thirst!  come,  ye  who  will! 

The  fount  is  full  and  free  : 
It  flow' d  of  old,  it  floweth  still \ 

It  fto u 's  for  you  and  me. 

ii. 

Unsatisfied  since  life  began. 

And  ceasing  not  to  crave, 
How  oft  the  weary  heart  of  man 

Goes  thirsting  to  the  grave  ! 

Ho !  ye  that  thirst,  etc. 

II 


12  HYMNS. 


in. 

The  world  has  many  a  dreary  waste 
Where  wanderers  go  astray  : 

O  that  their  parched  lips  might  taste 
This  brook  beside  the  way. 

Ho  !  ye  that  thirst,  etc. 

IV. 

We  may  not  go  afar  to  find 

A  balm  that  cures  the  soul, 

When  near  us,  fever' d,  halt,  or  blind, 
The  healing  waters  roll. 

Ho  !  ye  that  thirst,  etc. 

v. 

Fear  not  to  take  a  brimming  cup, 
A  cup  with  blessing  rife, 

Of  this  sweet  water  springing  up 
To  everlasting  life. 

Ho  !  ye  that  thirst,  etc. 

VI. 

The  fount  of  grace  will  flow  till  time 

Becomes  eternity, 
And  man  in  his  immortal  prime 
With  Christ  shall  ever  be. 
Ho  !  ye  that  thirst,  etc. 

1894. 


HYMNS.  13 


CIV 6,  6,  8,  6. 

£  laiti  nit  rjotini  ant)  slept  ;  E  atuakrti ;  for  tl)f  ILortJ  sustamrth  mc. 

1'-.  iii.  5. 

I. 

LAID  me  down  and  slept: 
The  whirl  of  toil  and  care 

Around  me  all  the  day  had  swept, 
And  pass'd  like  elonds  in  air  : 

A  child  in  Love's  embraces  kept, 
I  laid  me  down  and  slept. 

11. 
I  slept  till  morning  came, 

The  slumber  of  the  blest : 
I  woke,   to  praise  the  holy  name 

Of  Him  who  giveth  rest : 
A  bird  safe-shelter' d  in  its  nest, 

I  slept  till  morning  came. 

in. 
In  God's  appointed  day. 

Its  secret  he  doth  keep, 
His  voice  of  love  will  bid  me  lay 

My  weary  soul  to  sleep, 
Till   He  in  heaven   shall   fold  his  sheep 

In  his  appointed  day. 

2  >4- 


i4  HYMNS. 


CV 7,  6. 


Cfjetr  £ fjcpfjrrto  sfjall  guitr  tftrm  unto  fountains  of  toatrr  of  lift. 

Rev.  vii.  17. 


A  N  ever-living  fountain 

O'erfloweth  from  above  ; 
Its  source  is  in  the  mountain 

Of  God's  eternal  love. 
There's  not  in  all  creation 
So  wonderful  a  thing, 
For  Jesus'  incarnation 

Is  its  unfathom'd  spring. 

The  ever-flowing  fountain 
That  cometh  from  the  mountain 
Of  God's  eternal  love.  • 


11. 

Wherever  man  abideth 

Its  healing  waters  run : 

Where'er  a  sinner  hideth 
It  finds  the  hidden  one, 


HYMNS 


[ts  music  lias  such  sweetness 
It  stills  the  throbbing  breast, 

And  brings  it  into  meetni 
To  enter  heavenly  rest. 

The  ever-flowing  fountain ,  etc. 


in. 

Immortal  life  it  giveth, 

A  life  on  earth  begun, 
And  he  that  drinks  e'er  liveth 

In  God's  beloved  Son. 
O  wondrous  is  the  fountain 

That  cometh  from  above  ! 
It  floweth  from  the  mountain 

Of  God's  eternal  love. 

The  ever-flowing  fountain ,  etc. 


1 6  HYMNS. 


CVI. 


13rcs5  onfoartj  totoarD  tl)f  goal  unto  tfjr  prtje  of  tfyc  fjt'gf)  calling  of 
@oo  in  (Ctyrist  3rsus.— Phil.  iii.  14. 


I. 

r^jNWARD,  comrades  !   move  along 
^^^  Higher  up  !   higher  up  ! 
Singing  faith's  triumphal  song  ! 

Higher  up  !   higher  up  ! 
Strike  the  timbrel  on  the  way, 
Let  the  silver  cornet  play 
With  the  trombone  night  and  day, 

Higher  up  !    higher  up  ! 


11. 

Forward  ]   make  no  lagging  stop  ! 

Higher  up  !   higher  up  ! 
Aiming  for  the  mountain  top — 

Higher  up  !    higher  up  ! 
Marching  while  we  pray  and  sing, 
Christ  our  Captain,   Christ  our  King, 
As  his  banner  forth  we  fling, 

Higher  up  !   higher  up  ! 


HYMNS.  1 7 


in. 

Jesus  gives  the  victor's  crown, 
Higher  up  !    higher  up  ! 

Who  would  win  may   not  look  clown 
Higher  up  !    higher  up  ! 

Heavy-laden  if  we  be, 

Nearer  to  the  prize  are  we  : 

Sooner  comes  the  victory. 
Higher  up  !    higher  up  ! 


IV. 

When  the  gates  of  glory  ope, 

Higher  up  !    higher  up  ! 
Full  fruition  crowns  our  hope, 

Higher  up  !    higher  up  ! 
Faith  is  lost  in  sight  ;    and  love 
From  our  hearts  will  ne'er  remove 
In  the  glorious  realm  above, 

Higher  up  !    higher  up  ! 

1893- 


2* 


1 8  HYMNS. 


CVII 7)  5. 

Sartimaeus,  a  6ltnti  bnjgar,  fooaa  sitting  bg  tfjr  foaDsitif.— Mark  x,  46. 


w 


HAT,  O  friends,  has  come  about? 
Why  do  all  the  people  shout  ? 
"Jesus  Christ  the  Nazarene, 
He  is  going  by  !" 


11. 

Blessed  news  is  this  I  hear  ! 
To  the  Master  take  me  near, 
Jesus  Christ  the  Nazarene, 
As  he  goeth  by. 

ill. 

O  that  I  could  look  upon 
Him  who  raised  the  widow's  son, 
Jesus  Christ  the  Nazarene  : 
Would  he  pass  me  by  ? 


HYMNS.  19 


IV 


Nay  !    I  will  not  hold  my  peace 
Till  the  Master  bid  me  eea>e  : 
Jesus  Christ  the   Xazarene, 
Do  not  pass  me  by ! 


Jesus  !    poor  and  blind  am   I  . 
Son  of  David,  hear  my  cry  ! 
Jesus  Christ  the  Xazarene, 
Canst  thou  pass  me  by  ? 

VI. 

What  would  I  receive,  O  Lord  ? 
Help,  according  to  thy  word  : 
Jesus  Christ  the  Xazarene, 
Wilt  thou  pass  me  by  ? 

VII. 

Let  mine  eyes  their  sight  receive  : 
Lord  !    thy  word  I  do  believe  : 
Jesus  Christ  the  X'azarene 
Will  not  pass  me  by  ! 

VIII. 

Praise  the  Lord  !     He  gives  me  sight, 
And  my  soul  is  full  of  light  ! 
Jesu>  Christ  the  X'azarene 
Did  not  pass  me  by  ! 


so  HYMNS. 


CVIII 7,  6. 


STfjrg  Bfjall  be  mint,  saitf)  tFjc  Eorti  of  rjosts,  tn  tfje  Tjag  trjat  I  Ho 
make,  tfam  a  ptrultar  treasure. — Mai.  iii.  17. 


I. 

f  ORD  !  thy  peculiar  treasure 
"^  Thou  makest  them  to  be 
Who  find  their  chiefest  pleasure 
In  glorifying  thee. 

Thine  own  peculiar  treasure 
Thou  makest  the??i  to  be. 

11. 

For  thou  dost  hear  from  heaven 
Thy  children  while  they  walk 

Together  morn  and  even, 
And  of  thy  mercies  talk. 

Thine  own  peculiar  treasure,  etc. 

in. 

God-loving  and  God-fearing, 
In  brotherhood  they  dwell, 


HYMNS.  21 


While,  one  another  cheering, 
Thy   faith  fulness  they  tell. 

Thine  own  peculiar  treasure y  etc. 


IV. 

For  all  who  bear  thy  semblance 

And  venerate  thy  name, 
The  Book  of  thy  remembrance 

Will  crown  with  holy  fame. 

Thine  own  peculiar  treasure,  etc. 

1894 


22  HYMNS. 


CIX CM. 


ILtft  up  gour  fjcafcs,  ©  ge  gates;  antJ  the  &tnc$  of  cjlorg  sfiall  come 
in. — Ps.  xxxiv.  7. 


AWAKE,  O  North  !    arise,  O  South  ! 
Together  lift  the  voice  : 
Ye  East  and  West  !   with  tuneful  mouth 
Before  the  Lord  rejoice  ! 

Lift  up  the  golden  gates  !    The  King, 
The  King  of  glory  comes! 

II. 

His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar 

Come  in  a  joyful  throng, 
Led  heavenward  by  the  Eastern  star, 

And  sing  the  angels'  song. 

Lift  up  the  golden  gates,  etc. 

in. 

The  holy  church  of  God  is  clad 

In  beautiful  array, 
And  waiting  multitudes  are  glad 

To  hail  the  glorious  day. 

Lift  it p  the  golden  gates,  etc. 


HYMNS.  _\; 


IV. 

The  wrong  shall  fall  before  the  right, 
Imprison 'd  minds  go  free  : 

The  Sun  of  truth  send  forth  the  light 
That  makes  the  blind  to  see. 
Lift  up  the  golden  gates,  etc. 

v. 

For  Christ  the  conqueror  comes  again, 
And  Satan  shall  be  bound 

Forever,  and  all  tribes  of  men 
Will  dwell  on  holy  ground. 

Lift  up  the  golden  gates,  etc. 

VI. 

The  everlasting  hills  will  shout 

To  echoing  vales  below 
That  Jesus  Christ  hath  put  to  rout 

The  armies  of  the  foe. 

Lift  up  the  golden  gates,  ete. 

VII. 

O  world  redeem' d  !     His  praises  sing, 

The  Vanquisher  of  sin  ! 
Lift  up  the  golden  gates!     The  King 

Of  glory  cometh   in  ! 

Lift  up  the  golden  gates,  ete. 


1S94. 


24  HYMNS. 


CX 7,  6. 

£rt  mg  jFatfjcr's  fjouse  arc  many,  mansions.— John  xiv.  2. 

I. 

r\  WHERE  is  God  my  Maker, 
^^^      Who  giveth  songs  at  night? 
May  I  become  partaker 

Of  pardon,  peace,  and  light? 

Among  his  many  mansions 
Is  there  a  place  for  me  f 

II. 

I  seek,  but  do  not  find  him  ; 
I  cry,  he  makes  no  sign  : 
O  will  he  cast  behind  him 

A  helpless  soul  like  mine  ? 

Among  his  many  mansions 
Is  there  a  place  for  me  f 

in. 

'Twas  of  his  wise  decreeing, 
In  his  own  chosen  hour, 


HYMNS.  25 


He  gave  my  soul  its  being, 

The  breathing  of  his  power. 
Among  his  many  mansions 

Is  tlw re  a  place  for  vi 

IV. 

Is  he  in  far-off  regions 

(  )n  his  majestic  seat, 
Amid  angelic  legions 

Awaiting  at  his  feet 5 

Among  his  many  mansions 
/s  there  a  place  joy  met 

v. 

May  I.  a  trembling  mortal 

Repentant  of  his  sin, 
Look  upward  to  its  portal 

And  wish   I  were  therein  ? 

Among  his  many  mansions 
Is  t  lie  re  a  place  for  me  f 

VI. 

O  blest  transfiguration  ! 

There  is  the  form  of  One 
In  garments  of  salvation, 

Jehovah  in  his  Son  ! 

Among  his  many  mansions 

'/'here  is  a  place  for  me  J 


26  HYMNS. 


VII. 

How  tender  is  his  pity! 

How  wonderful  the  grace, 
That  in  his  holy  city 

For  me  there  is  a  place  ! 

Among  his  many  mansions 
There  is  a  place  for  me  ! 

VIII. 

It  comes  without  a  warning, 

The  joy,  the  peace,  the  rest ! 

The  everlasting  morning 

Of  heaven  is  in  my  breast. 

Among  his  many  mansions 

There  is  a  place  for  me  ! 

1894. 


HYMNS.  27 


CXI C.  M. 


£0  ijc  bringrtli  tfjrm  unto  tfor  liatoru  totjrrr  tfjcn  tooulo  br. 
l's.  cvii.  30. 


I. 

A  IV  bark  is  sailing  o'er  the  sea; 
"  Its  Master  is  the  Lord  ; 

And  though  He  is  not  seen  by  me, 
I  know  he  is  aboard. 


11. 

My  craft  is  going  to  a  land 
That  seemeth  far  away, 

And  yet  it  may  be  nigh  at  hand 
And  reach' d  within  a  day. 


in. 

I  take  my  bearings  by  the  sun, 
The  Sun  of  righteousnes 

And  as  I  for  the  haven  run 

My  way  to  heaven  I  press. 


28  HYMNS. 


IV. 


The  course  is  laid  out  on  the  chart 
That  marks  each  rock  and  shoal 

If  I  obey  it  from  the  start 
I  cannot  wreck  my  soul. 


v. 

The  word  of  God  my  compass  is, 
And  it  is  always  true  : 

I  need  no  other  guide  than  this 
To  take  my  vessel  through. 


VI. 

The  gales  may  blow,  the  billows  rise, 
And  deep  her  bows  may  dip. 

No  storm  can  make  the  craft  capsize 
With  Him  aboard  the  ship. 


VII. 

When  I  shall  reach  my  anchoring-place 

And  step  upon  the  shore, 
Then  I  shall  see  my  Captain's  face 

And  praise  him  evermore. 

1894. 


HYMNS.  29 


CXII S.  M. 


Zbtrt  sfionr  rount)  about  l)im  a  ltgt)t  out  of  traorn.— Acts  ix.  ;,. 


I. 

J"  S  heaven  far  away  ? 

Is  this  a  mere  perhaps? 
Some  enter  Paradise  to-day  ; 
Years  may  for  others  lapse. 

ii. 

Is  heaven  so  very  far 
We  never  see  the  light 
Of  our  Redeemer's  natal  star 

That  shone  by  day  and  night? 

in. 

May  heaven  not  shine  within 
The  heart  by  gracious  deeds? 
By   loving  word   the  >oul  to  win, 
By  help  in  human  needs  ? 


3o  HYMNS. 


IV. 

Is  not  the  sweetest  bliss 
The  presence  of  our  Lord? 
Has  heaven  a  higher  joy  than  this 
Among  its  pleasures  stored? 

v. 

Is  this  unknown  by  all 
Who  still  on  earth  abide? 
May  not  its  overflowings  fall 
From  heaven's  hither  side  ? 

VI. 

But  have  we  faith  to  take 
God's  promise  in  our  grip, 
The  truth  our  holy  Saviour  spake 
Fast  holding  lest  it  slip? 

VII. 

Have  we  the  hope  that  sings 
Anticipation's  song  ? 
Have  we  the  love  that  alwa3*s  brings 
The  peace  of  God  along? 

VIII. 

No  tear  has  he  to  shed 

Who  near  the  entrance  waits, 

A  halo  gathering  round  his  head 

From  glory's  opening  gates. 


1895- 


HYMNS. 


CXIII S.  M. 

Canst  thou  on  Brarrliing  finti  out  Goo  ?— Job  xi.  7. 


/^AN  mortal  man  behold 
^^  His  Maker  face  to  face? 
Can  he  the  mystery  unfold 

Of  God's  unfathom'd  grace? 


11. 

Mid  starry  hosts  serene, 

Perchance  the  eartli  appears 

A  glimmering  speck,  by  angels  seen 
From  their  resplendent  spheres : 


in. 

And  yet  for  man  of  earth 

The  eternal  Lord  of  all 
Became  a  man  of  humble  birth 

To  save  a   world   SO  small: 


32  HYMNS. 


IV. 


Unending,  unbegun, 

His  day  eternity, 
His  gracious  work  of  love  was  done 

In  years  of  man  but  three ! 


v. 


The  God,  for  man  he  wrought: 
The  man,  he  died  for  man  ! 

The  heavenly  angels,  wonder-fraught, 
Can  ne'er  the  mystery  span: 


VI. 

That  hidden  mystery, 

The  marvel  of  all  time, 
Enigma  of  all  history, 

God's  secret  most  sublime! 

1895. 


HYMNS. 


33 


CXIV CM. 


JL]t  satS   unto  tf)f  sra,  nrarr,  be  still.     3nTj  ttjc  taint)   rrasrrj,  antJ 
tt)frr  uj.15  a  great  ralin.— Mark  iv.  59. 


I. 

\   SABBATH  calm  is  on  the  sea, 

x  *-  Almost  a  sea  at  rot : 
The  bird  of  peace  it  brings  to  me 
To  nestle  in  my  breast. 


11. 

The  din  of  life  is  far  away, 

And  far  away  its  care, 
While  silent  zephyrs  round  me  play 

As  children  of  the  air. 


in. 

The  crinkled  waves  like  sunlit  gems 
Flash  out  in  rainbow  dyes, 

As  though  a  shower  of  diadems 
Had  fallen  from  the  skies. 


34  HYMNS. 


IV. 


A  rippling  sound,  now  far,  now  near, 
Like  whispering  voices  seems, 

A  music  on  the  slumbering  ear 
In  pleasant  morning  dreams. 


V. 


The  heavenly  rest,  the  heavenly  thought, 

Seem  holier  by  the  sea  ; 
As  'twere  with  Jesus  we  are  brought 

To  sit  by  Galilee. 


VI. 


'Tis  good  to  pitch  a  tent  of  rest 
On  mountain-top  or  shore 

When  He  vouchsafes  to  manifest 
Himself  within  its  door. 


VII. 


Yet  'tis  on  holy  ground  we  stand 

Wherever  Jesus  is : 
O'er  every  sea  and  every  land 

Imperial  right  is  his. 


X&J5. 


HYMNS.  35 


CXV 7.  6. 

if  it  tDtll  tuitl)  ttir  rtitlD  ?  . . .  £t  is  well [—  2  Kings  iv.  26. 


I. 

(~*  OD  gave,  and  he  hath  taken 
^-^  Away  a  precious  gift : 
Yet  we  are  not  forsaken. 

Though  unto  him  we  lift 
An  eye  bedimm'd  by  sorrow. 

A  heart  in  all  its  pain  : 
The  light  will  come  to-morrow, 

The  rainbow  after  rain. 


11. 

Poor  is  the  life  that  never 

Hath  sorrow  in  its  lot : 
There's  something  lost  forever 

To  him  who  hath  it  not. 
A   gracious  interleaving 

Within  our  book  of  days 
Of  moments  sad  with  grieving 

Gives  many   years  of  praise. 


36  HYMNS. 


in. 

How  heavenly  the  blending 

Of  hues  that  never  fade, 
Beyond  all  comprehending, 

In  chasten' d  hearts  inlaid: 
An  eye-entrancing  lustre 

That  glorifies  the  tomb : 
A  midnight  starry  cluster 

Transfiguring  its  gloom. 


IV. 

In  sorijDw's  chair  reclining, 

Why  wrap  in  robes  of  woe? 
Why  shrink  from  the  refining 

That  makes  the  silver  glow? 
"Lo!    I  am  with  you  alway!" 

The  very  word  of  God 
To  light  the  darken' d  hallway 

Where  silent  death  hath  trod. 

i895. 


J/V.UjYS. 


37 


CXVI S.  M. 

Zkt  2.oro  Goo  formrt)  man  of  tl)f  frust.— Gen.  n.  7. 


/^OD  touch 'd  the  dust  of  earth. 
^^  And  man  before  him  lay, 
All-perfect  in  his  marvellous  birth, 
Yet  lifeless  as  the  claw 


II. 

God  breathed  upon  the  dust, 

And  man  uplifted  stood 
Before  the  Holy  and  the  Just, 

In  His  similitude. 

in. 

A  help-meet  for  the  man 

God  form'd,  of  beauteous  mould: 
In  sinless  Eden  home  began 

Mid  blessings  manifold. 

IV. 

A  bright,  unsullied  world 

Their  peaceful  dwelling-place, 
With  birds  that  sang  and  brooks  that  purl'd 

And  flowers  of  heavenly  grace. 

4 


38  HYMNS. 


v. 

Fulness  of  perfect  life, 

A  home  in  Paradise, 
No  fear  nor  care,  no  pain  nor  strife, — 

Why  should  not  these  suffice? 

VI. 

Enrobed  in  innocence, 

The  Father- God  their  friend, 
Their  joy,  their  shield,  their  providence,— 

Could  evil  yet  impend? 

VII. 

They  sinn'd!     They  sought  to  hide, 
Low  crouching  in  their  fear : 

How  guiltily  they  stood  aside 

When  God,  the  Lord,  drew  near! 

VIII. 

The  voice  of  mercy  spake, 

And  craven  fear  was  hush'd: 

The  man  shall  live  for  Jesus'  sake, 
The  serpent  shall  be  crush'd! 

IX. 

The  world  was  lost  in  them: 

In  Christ  the  world  is  found: 
Resplendent  is  the  diadem 

Wherewith  our  Lord  is  crown' d! 

189s. 


HYMNS.  39 


CXVII CM.  P. 

JMopr  m  &ofc,  for  C  stjall  jjrt  praise  j^im.- Pb.  xhi.  12. 

I. 

f~\  SOUL  by  fire  and  tempest  tried, 
By  shattering  of  thy  tower, 

Amid  the  ruins  sitting  down 
As  one  despoil' d  of  power, 

Hope  thou  in  God,  and  help  will  come 
In  faith's  submissive  hour. 


11. 

The  Lord  Jehovah  ever  reigns ! 

When  troubles  round  thee  swarm 
Beneath  the  canopy  of  love 

He'll  shield  thy   trembling  form. 

Hope  thou  in  God  !  His  whisper' d  word 

Can  still  the  wildest  storm. 

1896. 


4o  HYMNS. 


CXVIII 7,  5. 

$\$foi  ti)f  soot)  figtlt  of  ti)£  fatti).— 1  Tim.  vL  12. 


I. 

COLDIERS  of  the  cross  are  we; 

Christ  our  Captain  is : 
With  the  triple  panoply, 
Faith,  and  hope,  and  charity, 
We  must  win  the  victory ; 

Be  the  glory  his  ! 


11. 

Not  a  time  for  idle  play : 
Lifelong  is  the  war ; 
Ever  seeking  for  his  prey, 
Satan  keeps  no  holiday : 
Onward,  soldiers  !    to  the  fray, 
Forward  evermore  ! 


in. 

Christ  our  King !  the  battle  cry 
Ringeth  o'er  the  field; 


HYMNS.  41 


While  our  Captain's  watchful  eye 
I.ooks  Upon   US   from  on   high, 
Will  a  comrade  basely   fly, 
Will  a  warrior  yield? 


IV. 

In  his  holy  name  we  fight 

( '..linst  a  wily  foe  : 
Jesus  keeps  each  man  in  sight; 

To  the  weak  he  giveth  might : 
Angels  from  the  heavenly  height 
With  us  strike  the  blow. 


v. 

In  this  war  we  cannot  fail 

While  the  Lord  is  King ; 

Though  satanic  foes  assail. 

Who  against  us  can  prevail 

When  the  gospel's  triple  mail 

Round  our  souls  we  fling? 

1896. 


42  HYMNS. 


CXIX 8,  7. 


ILrarn  tofiat  tfjis  mranctl),  I  Ursirr  merrg,  anti  not  sacrifice. 
Matt.  ix.  13. 


TVTOT  the  cross,  but  Christ  the  bearer 

Of  our  sin,  the  Lord  supreme: 
Not  the  vestment,  but  the  wearer 
Of  the  coat  without  a  seam. 

11. 
Not  the  bread  in  sorrow  broken, 

Not  the  wine  by  him  outpour' d, 
But  the  meaning  of  the  token 

In  remembrance  of  our  Lord. 

ill. 

Not  the  garden,  but  the  crying 

When  on  him  the  anguish  lay : 

Not  the  thorns,  but  him  who,  dying, 
Took  the  sting  of  death  away. 

IV. 

Not  the  tomb,  but  the  upcoming 

From  the  crypt  to  glory's  crown, 

In  his  resurrection  summing 
Promises  from  Eden  down. 


HYMNS.  43 


v. 

Not  to  priest  to  make  confession, 
But   to  God   in   Christ  alone: 

Not  through   Mary's  intercession, 

But  through  him  on  mercy's  throne. 

VI. 

Not  the  decorated  temple 

Where  our  Lord  is  not  within  : 

Not  the  Christ  as  mere  ensample, 
But  atoner  for  our  sin. 

VII. 

Not  the  shell  without  the  kernel ; 

Not  the  tongue  without  the  heart ; 
Not  the  fairest  garb  external 

That  conceals  a  poison' d  dart. 

VIII. 

Not  the  cover,   but  the  hidden  ; 

Not  the  semblance,   but  the  fact : 
Truth  reveals  itself  unbidden 

Through  unstudied  word  or  act. 

IX. 

Not  to  man  for  his  own  merit 
Is  thy  saving  mercy  shown  : 

Holy   Father,   Son  and  Spirit, 

All  the  glory  is  thine  own  !  ,897. 


44  HYMNS. 


CXX 7's 

2Tfje  ILortJ  sijall  gibt  tfjrc  test.— Isa.  xiv.  3. 


I. 

T  IE  thee  down  and  rest,  my  soul ; 
-^  Be  thou  comforted  and  still : 
If  around  thee  troubles  roll 

Let  them  come  as  God  may  will. 


11. 

Though  the  world  is  in  unrest, 

Come  by  fault  or  come  by  lot, 

Why  should  sorrow  be  thy  guest 
If  thy  sin  invite  it  not? 

in. 

Every  thing  that  comes  is  right 

When  by  God  it  hath  been  sent 

L,ie  thee  still  throughout  the  night ; 
Wake  to-morrow  in  content. 


HYMNS.  45 


IV. 

If  thou  be  of  hope  bereft, 

To  thy  Saviour  lift  thy  cry  ; 

Hide  thee  in  the  rocky  cleft 

Till  the  raging  storm  goes  by. 

v. 

'Neath  the  shadow  of  his  hand 
To  the  rock  of  promise  cling : 

He  who  hath  supreme  command, 
Is  he  not  thy  Lord  and  King? 

VI. 

Will  he  let  thee  stand  and  wait, 

Soul  repentant  of  thy  sin? 

Drop  thy  burden  at  the  gate ; 

Knock,   and  thou  shalt  enter  in. 

1898. 


46  HYMNS. 


CXXI 8,  7,  4,  7. 


Z\)t  Junonrss  of  (Goo  our  £ atoiour  ano  rjis  lobe  tofooaro  man,  arroros 
ing  to  tjis  mcrrg  i)e  sabeU  us.— Titus  iii.  5. 


T   PRAISE  the  Lord  that  I  do  stand 

Of  all  my  guilt  acquitted; 

That  under  seal  with  his  own  hand 

He  hath  my  sins  remitted. 

I  am  assured 

Of  peace  secured 

Through  him,  my  Lord  and  Saviour. 

11. 

'Tis  not  by  righteous  works  I've  done, 

Nor  aught  of  my  own  merit : 
'Tis  only  through  the  Father's  Son 
That  I  shall  heaven  inherit. 
His  title-deed 
Is  all  I  need. 
Through  him,  my  Lord  and  Saviour. 


HYMNS.  47 


in. 

When  I  was  bankrupt  and  was  lost, 

And  gold  I  had  not  any, 
He  paid  my  debts  and  every  cost, 
It  matter' d  not  how   many. 
From  penalty 
Now  I  am  free 
Through  him,   my  Lord  and  Saviour. 


IV. 

Where'er  refreshing  waters  flow. 

His  gracious  hand  doth  lead  me, 
And  where  the  verdant  pastures  ^row 
His  providence  doth  feed  me, 
Whom  he  will  keep 
With  all  his  sheep, 
My  blessed  Lord  and  Saviour. 


v. 

O  how  I  love  to  sjxrak  his  praise 

Without   a  stinted   measure! 
Yea,    I   will  >in^  through  all  my  days, 
'Twas  all  <>t  his  good  pleasure. 
Below,  above, 
I'll  praise  the  love 
Of  him,   my   Lord  and  Saviour. 


48  HYMNS. 


CXXII 6,  6,  8,  8,  6. 

iibcni  tiag  foill  E  bless  tfjce. — Ps.  cxlv.  2. 
I. 

A  LL  days  for  thee,  my  God ; 

Yea,  all  my  times  be  thine ; 
The  feet  with  holy  sandals  shod, 
The  path  of  peace  on  Sabbaths  trod, 

On  every  day  be  mine. 

ii. 

The  more  my  toil  and  care, 

The  more  I  need  thy  grace ; 
The  more  I  need  to  breathe  the  air 
Of  heavenly  love  in  answer' d  prayer 
In  every  time  and  place. 

in. 

From  morn  to  eventide, 

From  eventide  to  morn, 
May  faith  and  love  in  me  abide, 
Thine  arm  my  strength,  thy  hand  my  guide, 

Thy  robe  of  service  worn. 


HYMNS.  49 


IV. 

Upon  my  forehead  set 

The  mark  thy  chosen  bear, 

And  when  the  tempter  spreads  his  net, 

Lord  Jesus !  let  me  not  forget 
The  sacred   sign   I   wear. 

v. 

Mid  sorrow's  wintry  drifts 

Take  me  beneath   thv  wing: 

If  summer  air  from  rocky  rifts 

The  over-weary  head  uplifts, 

Thine  be  the  praise,   my   King. 

VI. 

On  every  day  do  Thou 

Thy  willing  servant  bind 
With  cords  of  love:  the  way  or  how 

I  may  not  see.   but  trustful  bow, 
'Utent  in  soul  and  mind. 

VII. 

5]  ring  wakens  seed   and   root 

And  buds  and  flowers  appear; 
The  autumn  crowns  the  ripen'd  shoot. 

And  yields  to  man  both  bread   and   fruit 
So  make  my  mission  here. 


5Q 


HYMNS. 


VIII. 

While  thine  each  passing  day, 

Not  one  lone  day  in  seven, 
Lord  !  teach  me  so  to  work  and  pray 
That  all  my  steps  along  the  way 
May  be  to  thee  in  heaven. 


1898 


HYMNS.  51 


CXXIII CM. 


9  latoorr  srt  up  on  tlir  tartf),  ano  tf]f  top  of  it  rrarhrtj  to  bravim. 

1.  xxviii.  12. 


A     LADDKR  linking  earth  and  sky, 
And  angels  hovering  round ; 
A  lonely  man  asleep  nearby 
Upon  the  stony  ground. 


n. 


Away  from  father's  sheltering  tent. 

From  loving  mother's  care, 
An  eye  unseen  on  him  is  bent. 

His  father's  God  is  there. 


in. 


The  Holy  Presence  glorifies 

The  night  with   gracious  cheer: 

"The  house  of  God  !'     the  wanderer  cries: 
"The   gate   of   heaven    is   here!" 


52  HYMNS. 


IV. 

Behold !  to-day  a  spacious  stair 
Leads  to  the  heavenly  zone, 

Christ's  promises  the  steps  that  bear 
Our  prayers  to  Mercy's  throne. 

v. 

Perchance  a  longing  soul  ma}7  cry 
' '  My  Saviour  ! ' ' — nothing  more  ; 

The  prayer  of  faith  ascending  high 
Will  find  an  open  door. 

VI. 

When  e'en  a  word  were  overmuch 
For  trembling  lips  to  say, 

On  Jesus'   garment-hem  a  touch 
Took  every  grief  away. 

VII. 

On  earth  there  still  is  many  a  spot 
No  vulture's  eye  hath  seen, 

Where  we  may  come  to  him,  with  not 
A  hindering  bar  between. 

VIII. 

By  paths  the  ancient  worthies  trod, 
To  us  the  grace  be  given 

To  enter  in  the  house  of  God 

Within  the  gate  of  heaven.  ,898. 


HYMNS. 


CXXIV S,  7. 

Hft  patirnrr  fjaor  its  perfect  uoorfc.— James  i.  4. 


I. 

A  FTER  the  storm  bloweth  over 
The  grass  will  sparkle  anew  ; 
Though  clouds  above  you  may  hover 
They  only  brighten  the  blue. 


11. 

There  is  no  virtue  in  worry, 

Xo  good  in  picking  up  cares : 
Be  calm;  nor  rush  in  a  hurry, 

Your  foot  may  trip  unawares. 

in. 

Life's  duty  lieth  in  labour. 

Such  as  the  Master  will  crown 
Go  lend  a  hand  to  your  neighbour, 

Uplift  the  man  that  is  down. 
5* 


54  HYMNS. 


IV. 

All  human  praises  eschewing, 

Let  motive  sanctify  act : 
The  Lord  beholdeth  the  doing, 

And  sifteth  the  fable  from  fact. 

v. 

Her  loving  heart  with  her  giving 
The  widow  would  not  withhold ; 

The  little  all  of  her  living 

Was  more  than  silver  or  gold. 

VI. 

The  quiet  water  in  fountains 

Doth  breed  the  poisons  that  kill : 

Of  rushing  rills  from  the  mountains 
The  thirsty  drinks  at  his  will. 

VII. 

At  work  with  brain  or  with  finger, 
Thy  working  hallow1  d  by  prayer, 

No  storm  will  over  thee  linger, 
The  clouds  will  vanish  in  air. 

VIII. 

Away  with  sighing  and  sadness ! 

Grieve  not  the  Heavenly  Dove ; 
But  up  and  labour  with  gladness 

In  faith,  in  hope,   and  in  love.    i898. 


HYMNS.  55 


CXXV 7,  7,  7. 

iHa^r  hkr  unto  tf)r  ion  of  iSoto.— Heb.  vii.  3. 


\  [ORE  like  Jesus!     Every  day 

This  the  silent  prayer  to  say 
While  we  pass  along  our  way. 

11. 
More  like  Jesus  !     As  we  go 
Something  good  may  we  bestow, 
Helpful  in  another's  woe. 

in. 
More  like  Jesus  !     Meek  and  mild, 
Holy,   harmless,   undefiled. 
Gentle  as  a  loving  child. 

IV. 

More  like  Jesus!     This  our  quest 
Till  in  mansions  of  the  blest 
Perfect  peace  shall  fill  the  breast. 

v. 
More  like  Jesus!     O  that  all 
Ruin'd  in  the  bitter  fall 
On  the  name  of  Christ  may  call.       ,397 


56  HYMNS. 


CXXVI 8,  7. 


Come  gc  apart,  anfc  rrst  afofyilr. — Mark  vi.  31. 


TN  the  covert  of  his  presence, 
'Neath  his  overshading  wing, 

We  abide  in  heavenly  pleasance 

While  apart  with  Christ  our  King. 


11. 

Far  away  the  cares  that  madden, 
Far  the  world's  perturbing  din, 

God  the  Comforter  doth  gladden 

Souls  that  crave  his  peace  within. 

in. 

Musing  in  serenest  quiet, 

Hallow 'd  by  unspoken  prayer, 
Undisturb'd  by  passion's  riot, 

Christ  our  Lord  is  with  us  there. 


HYMNS.  57 


IV. 

Sweet   the  time  of  holy  resting 

With  the  peace  of  God  endued, 

Not  a  doubt  the  mind  molesting 
In  its  gracious  quietude. 


v. 


Can  the  soul  be  sad  or  lonely 
In  the  company  of  Christ, 

Looking  to  him,   and  him  only, 

Keeping  with  him  faithful  tryst? 


VI. 

Blest  his  servants  when  partaking 
Rest  with  him  at  his  behest, 

Banquet  of  their   Master's  making, 

He  himself  both  Lord  and  guest! 

VII. 

After  rest  in  cool  oases, 

After  sitting  at  his  board, 

On  we  travel   in   the  traces 

Of  the  footprints  of  our  Lord. 

1898. 


58  HYMNS. 


CXXVII CM. 


Not  rjabing  mine  o&cn  righteousness,  fcut  trjat  forjicf)  is  tbrougrj  tfje 
fattfj  of  (Efjrist.— Phil,  iii.  9. 


,r~  ^IS  not  by  righteousness  mine  own 

The  crown  of  life  is  won : 
My  hope  is  fix'd  on  him  alone, 
God's  well-beloved  Son. 

'  Tis  only  by  the  grace  of  Christ 
That  I  am  holding  on. 

11. 

I  dare  not  take  a  staff  that  fails 
Just  when  my  need  is  great, 

Nor  trust  a  leaky  boat  when  gales 
Rush  through  the  tempest  gate. 

ill. 

Without  an  anchor  that  can  reach 

The  ocean's  hidden  floor, 
My  bark  will  strike  the  rocky  beach 

Or  founder  far  from  shore. 


HYMNS.  59 


IV. 

I  cannot  spread  a  wing  so  swift 
That  I  from  earth  can  fly, 

Nor  raise  a  ladder  that  will  lift 
My  soul  to  yonder  sky. 

V. 

No  need  to  drink  from  turbid  streams 
When  mountain  springs  are  near, 

Nor  seek  for  visions  or  for  dreams 
When  Christ  himself  is  here. 


VI. 

No  wily  enemy  can  snatch 

A  soul  that  Christ  doth  hold: 

No  beast  of  prey  can  ever  catch 
The  sheep  within  the  fold. 

VII. 

'Tis  faith  that  climbs  the  mountain  crest, 
That  treads  the  lowly  vale  : 

Who  walk  with   Christ  have  perfect  rest. 

And  peace  that  cannot  fail. 

'  Tis  only  by  the  of  Christ 

That  I  keep  h aiding  on. 

1896. 


6o  HYMNS. 


CXXVIII C.  M. 

i3rfjoltJ,  mg  srrbants  sfjall  sing  for  fog  of  rjrart. — Isaiah  lxv.  19. 

I. 

/^OD'S  house  hath  many  mansions  set 

In  glorious  array ; 
Arise,  my  soul !  and  thither  speed 

While  singing  on  the  way. 

11. 

Its  glory  none  on  earth  can  tell, 

Nor  art  of  man  portray; 
The  blissful  vision  cheers  mine  eyes 

While  singing  on  the  way. 

in. 

When  Christ  doth  on  my  willing  neck 

The  yoke  of  service  lay, 
To  me  it  seemeth  light  as  down 

While  singing  on  the  way. 


I/YMXS.  6 1 


IV. 

If  thunder  rolls  amid  the  clouds 
And  lightning-flashes  play, 

I  see  the  glory  of  the  Lord 

While  singing  on  the  way. 

v. 

When  passing  through  the  vale  of  pain 

Till  the  delivering  day, 
The  Morning  Star  will  light  my  path 

While  singing  on  the  way. 

VI. 

My  heart's  beloved  who  sing  in  heaven 

Mayhap  will  hither  stray 
And  blend  their  joyful  notes  with  mine 

While  singing  on  the  way. 

VII. 

Mine  eye  may  dim,   mine  ear  be  dull, 

My  tent  be  in  decay. 
Yet  God  hears  music  in  the  voice 

That  sings  along  the  way. 

VIII. 

In  his  good  time  my  soul  will  drop 

Its  mantling-robe  of  clay. 
Still   I   would  sing  the  psalms  and  hymns 

I   sani;   along  the   way.  x^a. 

6 


62  HYMNS. 


CXXIX 7's. 


STfje  firat  cag  of  tf)e  fofffe,  toftm  tor  tocre  gattirnti  togetfjrr  lo  brtafc 
farratj. — Acts  xx.  7. 


^\AY  of  sweetness!  day  of  rest! 
By  our  Lord  and  Saviour  blest ! 
Let  our  lips  be  tuned  to  sing 
Glory  unto  thee,   O  King ! 

11. 

In  thy  sacred  courts  we  stand 
Bordering  on  the  promised  land : 
May  this  be  thy  time  of  power, 
Even  this  thy  gracious  hour ! 

in. 

Thou  didst  take  away  the  gloom 
From  the  weepers  at  thy  tomb; 
So  do  thou  our  eyes  unseal 
And  thy  living  self  reveal. 


HYMNS.  63 


IV. 

Joyfully  may  we  go  on 
Toward  the  land  where  thou  hast  gone 
To  prepare  for  us  a  place 
In  the  mansions  of  thy  grace. 

v. 

Let  this  Sabbath  be  a  link 
In  thy  love's  eternal  chain 
That  will  bear  us  o'er  the  brink 
Of  the  world  to  glory's  plain. 

VI. 

Day  of  sweetness  !  day  of  rest  ! 
Of  the  peace  of  God  possess' d, 
May  we  feel  that  we  have  been 

Near  to  heaven,   and  looking  in. 

1898. 


♦ 


• 


64  HYMNS. 


CXXX P.  M. 

®oti  sait),  iLct  tfjcre  be  Iit$t)t,  ant)  Hjrrc  inas  ligl)t. — Gen.  i.  3. 


r^OB  said,   Let  there  be  light! 

Light  was ;  and  darkness  fled 
Adown  the  nether  eaves  of  night 
And  hid  its  murky  head  : 
The  heavenly  harps  with  gladness  rang, 
The  sons  of  God  rejoicing  sang. 

11. 

God  spake  the  word  of  power, 
The  earth  in  order  stood, 
And  man  came  in  the  destined  hour, 
With  gentle  womanhood  : 
When  sin  brought  all  the  world  to  woe, 
The  angels'   anthems  ceased  to  flow — 

in. 

Till  shepherds  heard  their  song, 
At  night  it  came  to  them  ; 

They  sped  with  hasty  feet  along 
The  way  to  Bethlehem : 


HYMNS,  65 


A  manger  held  creation's  Lord, 
A  babe  by  heavenly  hosts  adored. 

IV. 

The  child  grew  up  to  man  : 

The  man  was  very  God ! 
How  strangely  wonderful  the  plan, 
That,   God  in  man,  he  trod 
A  path  of  pain  and  loving  grace 
To  new -create  a  ruin'd  race  ! 

v. 
By  wicked  hands  he  died 
Beyond  the  city  wall ; 
Yet  he  who  was  the  Crucified 
Arose  the  Lord  of  all, 
Ascending  to  his  glorious  throne 
Mid  splendors  earth  had  never  known. 

VI. 

The  righteous  God  is  he, 

Yet  Lord  of  love  and  grace : 
He  solveth  every  mystery 

In  fitting  time  and  place. 

Yea,   all  the  universe  shall  cry, 

All  glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 

1896. 


6* 


66  HYMNS. 


CXXXI ,  C.  M. 


iitoer.  from  fbcrlastirtg  to  fbulastuipj,  trjou  art  (5oi.— Ps.  xc.  2. 


A  NOTHER  year  begins  to  tread 
The  beaten  track  of  time ; 
The  year  agone  is  with  the  dead 
In  silences  sublime. 


11. 

Man  boasts  of  years  of  proud  descent ; 

A  breath  blows  him  away ; 
None  careth  how  he  came  or  went 

Who  idly  spent  his  day. 


in. 

God  spake  the  word,  and  fill'd  the  waste 
Of  void  with  brilliant  spheres ; 

These,  in  their  orbits  fitly  placed, 
Revolve  in  measured  years. 


HYMNS.  67 


IV 


God  was,   and  is,   and  e'er  shall  be ; 

His  year  is  only  one : 
He  eompasseth  eternity  ; 

His  equal  there  is  none. 


v. 


His  throne  is  universal  space, 
And  he  the  Lord  supreme, 

Who  stoop' d  to  earth  to  save  a  race 
None  other  could  redeem. 


VI. 


The  Christ,   forespoken  from  the  fall, 

Atoner  for  our  sin, 
Hath  made  a  refuge-place  for  all 

Who  haste  to  go  therein. 


VII. 


His  goodness  is  a  sum  too  great 
For  man  to  reckon  up  ; 

And  day  by  day  on  him  we  wait 
To  fill  our  blessing-cup. 


189I 


68  HYMNS. 


CXXXII 9,  8. 

JJfBUB  fooaB  born  in  Setijltfjcm  of  Jufca-a.— Matt.  ii.  i. 


I. 


T^HE  way  to  the  kingdom  of  glory 
Beginneth  at  Bethlehem- town, 

Where  Jesus — the  marvel  of  story — 
Came,   God  in  humanity,  down. 


ii. 


The  angels  from  heaven,  beholding 
The  sin  and  the  sorrow  of  man, 

Sang  glory  to  God  for  unfolding 

Redemption's  most  merciful  plan. 


in. 


The  soul  by  the  serpent  sore-bitten 
May  look  unto  Jesus  and  live ! 

For  thus  in  his  word  it  is  written, 

This  grace  'tis  his  pleasure  to  give. 


HYMNS,  69 


IV 


O  come  to  the  Lord  with  your  sorrows, 
Ye  wanderers  whom  sin  has  undone 

Come  ye  to  the  land  without  morrows, 
For  Jesus  is  ever  its  sun. 


v. 

The  way  to  the  land  of  immortals, 
The  path  to  the  heavenly  rest, 

Runs  straight  to  the  beautiful  portals 
Adorning  the  home  of  the  blest. 


VI. 

How  gracious  and  sweet  is  the  story 

That  liveth  in  holy  renown, 

The  gate  to  the  kingdom  of  glory 

A  manger  in  Bethlehem-town  ! 

1898. 


7o  HYMNS. 


CXXXIII S.  M. 


Bless  tf)t  iLorti,  ©  mn  soul,  anft  forget  not  all  fjis  brnrfltB. 
Ps.  ciii.  2. 


I. 

T)  LESS  thou  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Praise  thou  his  holy  name ; 
His  righteousness  and  love  extol, 

His  graciousness  proclaim. 

Bless  thou  the  Lord,   my  soul ! 

II. 

How  vast  his  dwelling-place, 
A  realm  without  a  bound  ! 

More  wonderful  the  truth  and  grace 
That  compass  thee  around. 

Bless  thou  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

in. 

His  daily  gifts  to  thee 

Are  past  all  finding  out, 
For  like  a  heavenly  galaxy 

They  girdle  thee  about. 

Bless  thou  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 


HYMNS.  71 


IV. 

A  providential  thread 

Of  guidance  day  by  day 
Invisibly  thy  feet  hath  led 

Along  the  upward  way. 

Bless  thou  the  Lord,   my  soul 7 

v. 
A  bitter  cup  to  take 

Hath  been  thy  richest  good  ; 
The  husk  that  seem'd  too  hard  to  break 
Did  yield  delicious  food. 

Bless  thou  the  Lord,   my  soul ! 

VI. 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns 

Alike  in  storm  or  calm ; 
Whatever  lot  his  love  ordains, 

Sing  thou  a  thankful  psalm. 

Bless  thou  the  Lord,   my  soul! 

VII. 

All  praises  be  to  God  ! 

The  Christ  who  came  to  die 
And  open  by  the  path  he  trod 

Our  gateway  to  the  sky. 

Bless  thou  the  Lord,    my  soul 7 


72  HYMNS. 


CXXXIV 9,  8. 

33rtt*r  is  tije  tntitng  of  a  tiding  ttjan  tfce  beginning.— Eccl.  vii.  8. 


I. 


CHE  came  on  the  wings  of  the  morning, 
The  beautiful  angel  of  light : 

At  even  she  dropt  her  adorning 

And  slept  in  the  bosom  of  night. 


ii. 


So  some  little  children  that  nested, 
As  'twere,  in  my  bosom  to  stay, 

Soar'd  heavenward  off,  till  they  rested 
In  Paradise-land  far  away. 


in. 


Beginnings  there  are  and  conclusions, 
A  rising  and  setting  of  stars, 

The  visions  that  end  in  illusions, 

The  woundings  remaining  as  scars. 


HYMNS.  73 


IV. 

Vet  sorrow  may  be  benediction, 

Ami  tears  may  congeal  into  gems; 

Onr  selfishness  purged  by  affliction, 
Onr  crosses  become  diadems. 

v. 

A  house  on  the  rock  of  salvation — 

Christ  Jesus — forever  shall  stand : 

Who  buildeth  on  other  foundation 

He  buildeth  on  treacherous  sand. 

1898. 


74  HYMNS. 


CXXXV P.  M. 


Jeaus  (Christ,  ti)e  same  gestcrtiaB,  anO  tostiaj),  anti  fjrtbtr. 
Heb.  xiii.  8. 


I 


N  the  fulness  of  the  ages, 
Presaged  in  prophetic  pages, 
Christ  the  babe  lay  in  a  manger, 
In  his  world  an  infant  stranger. 


II. 

Born  in  Bethlehem,  the  angels 
Sang  o'er  him  their  sweet  evangels, 
Town  the  least  in  all  Judaea 
From  the  sea  to  Idumaea. 

in. 

In  his  boyhood's  morn  conversing 
With  the  learned  Jews,  rehearsing 
Promises  by  prophets  spoken, 
Of  Jehovah's  love  the  token. 


HYMNS.  75 


IV. 

Thirty  years  among  the  lowly, 
Few  beheld  in  him  the  Holy; 

Yet  his  mother  had  in  keeping 

Many  a  sacred  mystery  sleeping. 

v. 
Years  of  honest,  patient  labour, 
Faithful  as  a  son  and  neighbour, 
While  a-nearing  the  fruition 
Of  his  gracious  work  and  mission. 

VI. 

As  the  spring  precedes  the  summer, 
John  was  Christ's  ordain' d  fore-comer, 

"Lamb  of  God!'     to  all  proclaiming, 
Sweetest  words  of  human  framing. 

VII. 

Perfect  man  in  form  and  feature, 

Passing  every  human  creature, 

Perfect  in  his  life  and  bearing, 
None  with  him  in  aught  comparing. 

VIII. 

Voice  of  human  voices  sweetest, 
Tender  est,  grandest  and  completest, 

Yet  on  hypocrites   'twas  thunder 
Striking  them  with  speechless  wonder. 


76  HYMNS. 


IX. 

Where  he  walk'd  and  when  he  rested 

Miracles  the  Christ  attested, 

Not  the  trickery  of  magicians, 
But  his  own  divine  volitions. 


Reprimanding  mean  ambition, 

Fearless  he  in  admonition, 

Scorn  for  ostentatious  giving, 
Lauding  her  who  gave  her  living. 

XI. 

Infinite  in  comprehension, 

Naught  too  small  for  his  attention, 
Mary  from  the  Master  learning, 
Martha  for  his  comfort  yearning. 


XII. 

Even  little  children  blessing, 
His  own  hand  their  heads  caressing : 
Woman's  tears  his  feet  bedewing, 
He  her  contrite  heart  renewing. 

XIII. 

Him  whose  life  was  benefaction, 
Grace  and  love  in  every  action — 

They  who  came  in  faith  appealing 
Found  in  Jesus  balm  and  healing. 


HYMNS,  77 


XIV. 

Words  of  matchless  wisdom  talking 
While  with   his  disciples  walking, 
Making  pastures  richly  vernal 
With  the  seeds  of  truth  eternal. 

xv. 

What  the  grace  he  manifested 
When  at  Jacob's  well  he  rested, 

Leading  frail  Samaria's  daughter 
To  the  well  of  living  water  ! 

xvi. 

Precious  truths  did  he  deliver 
On  the  mount,   the  lake,   the  river; 
From  the  field  of  nature  gleaning 
Parables  of  weighty  meaning. 

XVII. 

Men  of  craft  could  not  entrap  him, 
Nor  in  sophist-robes  enwrap  him  ; 

Curses  on  his  head  they  mutter' d 
When  the  truth  by  him  was  utter'd. 

XVIII. 

His  the  master-key   unlocking 
Secrets  dee])  that  had  been  mocking 
Man   from   time  of  the  creation 
Till  he  brought  the  revelation. 

- 


78  HYMNS. 


XIX. 

Sparrows  had  a  place  of  nesting, 
Foxes  had  their  holes  for  resting, 

Oft  had  he  no  couch  when  weary, 
Nor  a  home  while  faint  and  dreary. 

xx. 

Mount  of  the  Transfiguration ! 
Angels  giving  ministration, 

To  foreshow  his  heavenly  glory 

E'en  in  visions  transitory. 

XXI. 

O  how  tender  every  saying ! 

O  how  comforting  his  praying  ! 

O  the  touching  words  he  speaketh 
While  his  Father's  aid  he  seeketh ! 

XXII. 

After  glory  comes  the  sorrow  ! 

Ah  the  terrible  to-morrow  ! 

With  the  twelve  to-night  he  meeteth, 
At  the  paschal  feast  he  eateth. 

XXIII. 

Giving  thanks,   the  bread  is  broken 
And  the  wine  outpour' d,   in  token 
That  he  gave  his  life  for  many, 
Of  them  all  not  losing  any. 


HYMNS,  79 


XXIV. 

In  Gethsemane  he  kneeleth, 

And  as  man  to  God  appealeth: 

Angels  hasten  while  he  pleadeth, 
Bringing  strength  his  manhood  needeth. 

XXV. 

Ah.   the  Christ  when  God  forsaken  ! 
Him  who  on  himself  had  taken 

Every  sinner's  ill-deserving 

Whom  he  loved  with  love  unswerving. 

XXVI. 

Son  of  God,  by  man  rejected. 

As  an  outlaw  unprotected: 

Son  of  man,   with  grief  acquainted, 
Treated  as  a  wretch  attainted. 

XXVII. 

Stung  by  treachery  and  denial, 

In  his  hour  of  sorest  trial 

Not  a  friend  is  there  beside  him 
While  the  rabid  crowds  deride  him. 

XXVIII. 

Mockery's  purple  robe  around  him, 
Blood-enerimson'd  thorns  encrown'd  him  : 
Spat  on,  scourged,  and  evil  treated. 
All  his  words  by  jeerings  greeted. 


8o  HYMNS. 


XXIX. 

Doom'd  by  cruel  foes  to  anguish, 
Jew  and  Roman  made  him  languish 
On  a  hill  beyond  the  city, 
Torture  winning  not  their  pity. 

XXX. 

Rude  the  cross  whereon  they  nail  him  ; 

By  the  hands  and  feet  impale  him  : 

Through  his  flesh  the  spikes  are  driven, 
By  the  spear  his  heart  is  riven. 

XXXI. 

Two  there  are  beside  him  dying, 
One  believing,  one  decrying ; 

One  to  Paradise  uprising ; 

One  the  Lord  of  life  despising. 

XXXII. 

In  slow  agony  he  dieth : 

Hark !  the  man  in  Jesus  crieth, 

While  the  earth  and  skies  are  shaken, 
' '  Father  !  why  am  I '  forsaken  ? ' ' 

XXXIII. 

Lo  !  the  sun  forbears  its  shining, 

To  the  darkest  night  declining, 

Mighty  rocks  in  fragments  rending 
As  if  earth  itself  were  ending. 


HYMNS.  81 


XXXIV. 

Now   in  consternation   flying 

Sec  the  crowds,   who  mock'd  him  dying, 
In  their  ear<  a  judgment  ringing, 
Curses  on  their  nation  bringing. 

xxxv. 
In  the  crypt  of  Joseph  slumbering, 
N  >t  a  care  his  bosom  cumbering, 

Christ  hath  fully  wrought  redemption, 
All  is  done  without  exemption. 

xxxvi. 

Stifling  grief  by  love's  devices, 

Holy  women  came  with  spices 

In  the  dusk  of  first-day  morning 
When  the  early  light  was  dawning. 

XXXVII. 

Open  was  the  rock-hewn  prison, 
Christ   the  Conqueror  had  arisen: 

Who  could  forge  a  chain  to  hold  him 
When   Almighty   Arms  enfold   him? 

XXXVIII. 

When  its  grasp  had  fail'd  forever 
Death  had  tried  its  last  endeavour  ; 

Powers  of  earth  nor  powers  infernal 
Could  eclipse  the  Sun  eternal. 


82  HYMNS. 


XXXIX. 

Strange  for  human  comprehension, 
From  the  Mount  of  the  Ascension 

His  beloved  with  wondering  vision 
Saw  him  rise  to  realms  elysian. 

XL. 

Not  to  mortal  heart  'twas  given 

To  conceive  the  joy  in  heaven 

When  the  Christ  in  God  ascended 
By  angelic  crowds  attended. 

xli. 

Earth  heard  not  the  jubilant  voicings, 

The  seraphic  host's  rejoicings, 

When  in  worlds  of  space  unbounded 
Praises  to  the  Lord  resounded. 

XLII. 

Yet  in  records  everlasting, 

Of  our  holy  Lord's  forecasting, 

All  may  read  the  marvellous  story 
Of  his  wondrous  love  and  glory. 

xliii. 

This  the  man,  perfection's  highest ! 

This  the  God  whom  thou  deniest, 
Soul  the  lost,  if  thou  remainest 
In  thy  sin,  and  him  disdainest. 


HYMNS.  83 


XLIV. 

Lean  not  thou  on  thy  behaviour 
In  the  stead  of  Christ  thy  Saviour, 
On  him  be  thy  sole  reliance, 
With  him  be  thy  heart's  affiance. 

xlv. 

Glory  be  to  God  eternal ! 

Over  all  the  King  supernal ! 

Holy  Father,  Son  and  Spirit, 
By  thy  grace  we  heaven  inherit. 


84*  HYMNS. 


CXXXVI.  ....  7's. 


5  am  \\\i  gootj  <Sf)rpl)rrO ;  a»&  £  kttohj  mine  oton,  ant)  mine  ohm 
fcnobo  me. — John  x.  14. 


/^ENTLE  Shepherd!  in  thy  grace 

Lead  us  daily  to  the  place 
Where  thy  pastures  rich  and  green 
Are  refresh1  d  bv  brooks  between. 


11. 

Loving  Shepherd  !  in  the  night 
Fold  us  'neath  thine  arm  of  might 
Till  the  silent  hours  of  gloom 
Morning's  glorious  robes  assume. 

in. 

Tender  Shepherd  !  at  thy  feet, 
Shelter' d  from  the  cold  and  heat, 
E'en  the  youngest  lamb  doth  share 
Day  by  day  thy  watchful  care. 


HYMNS.  *85 


IV 


Faithful  Shepherd  !  keep  thy  flock 
-    fe  behind  the  buttress' d  rock, 
That  no  prowling  wolf  can  scale 
Nor  satanic  foe  assail. 


v. 


Watchful  Shepherd  !  thou  dost  know 
All  thine  own,   and  with  them  go; 
They  from  every  stranger  flee, 
Know  thy  voice,   and  follow  thee. 


VI. 


Patient  Shepherd  !  far  away, 
Thou  dost  rescue  thine  estray, 
O'er  the  mountain,   through  the  glen, 
Burning  sand,   and  treacherous  fen. 


VII. 

Mighty  Shepherd  !  they  so  bold 
Who  would  dare  invade  thy   fold 
Shall  be  smitten  with   thy  rod, 

!;<>r  thou  art  the  Sovereign  God. 

1899. 


86*  HYMNS. 


CXXXVII CM. 


5t  tB  (goto,  ttjat  saiti,  ILtgtjt  stall  sfjtnr  out  of  fcarktuss,  infto  sf)t'ntl> 
in  our  tirarts.— 2  Cor.  iv.  6. 


I. 

'"PHERE'S  sunshine  on  the  other  side, 
Though  dark  the  clouds  to-day, 

And  fogs  the  flowery  landscape  hide, 
And  birds  have  flown  away. 


11. 

Betimes  the  chilling  storm  will  pass, 
The  howling  tempest  cease, 

And  o'er  the  fields  of  glistening  grass 
Will  shine  the  bow  of  peace. 


in. 

As  flowers  give  out  their  sweetness  through 

The  sunshine  after  rain, 
The  word  of  God  gives  comfort  to 

A  bosom  in  its  pain. 


HYMNS.  *87 


IV. 


The  joy  of  joys  beneath  the  sky 
His  sunshine  in  the  soul, 

A  boon  that  rubies  ne'er  can  buy, 
No  language  can  extol. 


v. 


It  gives  a  beauty  to  the  face 
Beyond  the  reach  of  art, 

The  smile  of  heavenly  love,  a  grace 
Without  a  counterpart. 


VI. 

It  wears  the  signet  after  death, 

A  grace  forever  given  ; 
It  fails  not  with  the  parting  breath, 

For  'tis  the  badge  of  heaven. 

i*99- 


88*  HYMNS. 


CXXXVIII io's. 


Bratf)  sftall  bt  no  moir,  nntrjrr  srjall  trjrrr  or  mourning,  nor 
rrrjing,  nor  pain,  ann  morr. — Rev.  xxi.  4. 


'T^HE  night  is  past,  the  morn  of  joy  hath 

come ; 
The  desert  cross' d,  the  weary  is  at  home: 
His  armour  taken  off,  the  battle  o'er, 
The  victor's  crown  is  his  forevermore. 


11. 

No  more  a  chair  unfill'd  beside  his  own, 
No  more  the  absence  of  a  gentle  tone, 
No  missing  of  a  footfall  sweet  to  hear 
Nor  smile  of  love  that  tinted  life  with  cheer. 


in. 

The  ticking  of  the  clock  of  time  foretold 
That  earth  was  slipping  from  his  passive  hold : 
Above  her  changing  sunniness  and  gloom 
A  light  was  coming  from  beyond  the  tomb. 


HYMNS.  *8o. 


IV. 


Were  not  his  own  beloved  ones  at  the  gate 
That  giveth  entrance  to  the  blessed  state  ? 
And  but  a  step  between  him  and  the  place 
Where  he  shall  see  his  Saviour  face  to  face ! 


v. 


His  heaven  began  ere  he  had  enter'd  there; 
He  often  found  his  Lord  in  musing  prayer; 
But   now  a  glory  on  his  pathway  lay. 
The  glory  sent  to  light  the  pilgrim's  way. 


VI. 

No  darkness  where  the  Lord  of  glory  is, 
The  Christ  who  gave  His  mortal  life  for  his! 
O  earth,  how  short  thy  day  of  toil  and  pain  ! 
O  heaven,  how  vast  the  soul's  eternal  gain! 

^9- 


1  >♦/  • 


9o*  HYMNS. 


CXXXIX 7's. 


let  us  not  be  toearn.  in  foelUootng;  for  in  Due  season  tut  sijall 
reap,  if  toe  faint  not.— Gal.  vi.  9. 


I. 

lWT  ASTER  !  bid  me  rest  awhile ; 

I  have  journey' d  many  a  mile 
O'er  a  dark  and  toilsome  way; 
May  I  rest  awhile  to-day? 


11. 

Long  I've  known  'tis  good  for  me 
Patiently  to  follow  thee: 
Pardon  me  when  I  forget 
That  my  way  by  thee  is  set. 

III. 

Thornier  paths  by  thee  were  trod, 
Thou  the  sinless  Son  of  God ; 
Should  I  then  cast  down  my  load 
While  I  tread  an  easier  road? 


HYMNS.  *9i 


IV. 

Lord !  thy  gracious  voice  I  hear : 
1 '  Weary  child  !  be  this  thy  cheer, 
Thou  art  ever  in  my  sight, 
Even  in  the  darkest  night. 


v. 

Mine  thy  burden  !  bear  it  on 
Till  thy  time  of  rest  shall  dawn : 
Light  as  morning's  lightest  beam 
Shall  my  yoke  of  service  seem." 


VI. 

Rise,  my  soul  !  whate'er  thy  lot, 

Stand  therein,  and  fear  it  not: 

Ever  go  where  Jesus  leads : 

He  provides  for  all  thy  needs. 

1899. 


&&*£& 


92*  HYMNS. 


CXL 7,  7,  7- 


f^e  stjall  gibe  gou  another  Comforter,  trjat  f)r  man  bf  fcottfj  gou  fors 
rfacr,  rbrn  tfjc  Spirit  of  Crutrj.— John  xiv.  16. 


TTOLY  Spirit!     But  for  Thee 

What  were  man?     A  barren  tree 
On  the  brink  of  Sodom's  sea. 


ii. 

Holy  Spirit!     Thou  the  root 
Whence  the  trees  of  healing  shoot, 
Yielding  an  immortal  fruit. 


in. 

Holy  Spirit !     Comforter  ! 
Thou  dost  on  the  soul  confer 
Richer  gifts  than  gold  or  myrrh. 

IV. 

Holy  Spirit !     By  thee  taught, 
Sinful  man  to  Christ  is  brought: 
None  can  turn  thy  work  to  naught. 


HYMNS.  *93 


v. 


Holy  Spirit!     God  of  power! 

On  the  church  thy  blessings  shower, 

So  that  every  plant  shall  flower. 


VI. 


Holy  Spirit  !     God  of  ^race  ! 
Lighten  every  darken' d  place 
Where  abides  the  fallen  race. 


VII. 


Holy  Spirit  !     Glory  be 

To  the  Father,  Son,  and  Thee, 

God  in  wondrous  trinity. 

1899. 


94*  HYMNS. 


CXLI L.  M. 


tf)f  ligrjt  of  tfje  morning  forjtn  tfje  sun  rtsrtfj,  a  morning  fcnttftout 
rlouos. — 2  Sam.  xxiii.  4. 


I. 


A 


RAY  of  sunshine  on  the  way, 
A  face  of  sunshine  every  day 
Will  scatter  all  the  clouds  that  loom, 
And  bring  a  paradise  of  bloom. 


11. 


Beside  the  hearth  and  in  the  street, 
Let  whomsoever  we  may  meet, 

Of  all  degrees,  in  freeness  share 
The  fragrance  floating  in  the  air. 


in. 


Some  patient  woman,  sighing  sore 
For  early  days  that  come  no  more, 

Some  weary  man,  may  catch  the  grace 
That  glorifies  the  smiling  face. 


HYMNS.  *95 


IV. 


If  there  be  darkness  in  the  lane, 
A  turn  may  show  a  sunny  plain; 

The  quicken'd  eye  in  glancing  o'er 
Will  beauty  see  unseen  before. 


A  gracious  act  may  be  the  key 
That  fits  the  lock  of  mystery, 

Wherein  are  treasures  stored  away 
For  all  who  sow  and  toil  and  pray 


VI. 


The  seeds  of  loving- kindness  sown, 
Alike  in  home  or  highway  strown, 

Will  grow  e'en  while  the  sowers  sleep; 

The  harvest  many  a  heart  will  reap. 


VII. 

True,  storms  may  break  in  every  life, 

When  good  and  evil  meet  in  strife ; 

Yet  in  love's  potency  he  stands 

Whose  hand  is  in  the  Saviour's  hands. 

1899. 


96*  HYMNS. 


CXLII CM. 


ffie  tftat  sattf)  \\t  abitirtf)  in  ^iiim  outjbt  fjimsdf  also  to  foalft  ruen 
as  $e  tnalfuO.— i  John  ii.  6. 


I. 

OHALL  we  not  walk  as  Jesus  walk'd 
Mid  wanderers  in  their  woe? 

Shall  we  not  talk  as  Jesus  talk'd 
While  in  his  paths  we  go? 


n. 


It  needeth  but  the  glowing  coal 
To  warm  a  cheerless  room : 

One  seed  of  truth  dropt  in  a  soul 
May  bring  immortal  bloom. 


in, 


The  friendly  word  ingrain 'd  with  love 
Hope's  kindling  spark  may  be; 

Go,  speak  the  word,  and  it  may  prove 
A  boon  likewise  to  thee. 


HYMNS.  *97 


IV. 


A  bitter  word  may  sting  a  heart 

As  long  as  it  shall  live: 
And  he  who  spake  may  feel  the  smart 

Too  late  to  cry  ' '  Forgive  ! ' ' 


v. 


A  kindly  greeting  to  the  poor 
Ennobles  him  who  bends ; 

Who  lays  a  gift  at  sorrow's  door 
To  Christ  his  Master  lends. 


VI. 

'Tis  Christ,  whose  love  is  over  all, 
Who  came  the  lost  to  find  : 

Not  one  so  humble  nor  so  small 
He  beareth  not  in  mind. 


VII. 

Perchance  no  other  world  afar 

Has  dropt  from  heavenly  bliss, 

Nor  Christ  hath  done  for  any  star 

What  Jesus  did  for  this. 

1899. 


98*  HYMNS. 


CXLIII CM. 


ffit  indinrtJ  unto  mr,  ano  fjrarTj  mg  rrn.    fEjf  orougijt  mr  up  alao 
out  of  a  tjorrible  pit. — Psalm  xl.  i,  2. 


A    WANDERER  drowning  in  a  pit, 
The  water  near  the  brim  : 
Shall  we  not  help  him  out  of  it, 
And  save  a  man  in  him? 


11. 

A  hapless  one  hath  fallen  low : 
Whose  hand  will  lift  her  up, 

And  save  her  from  the  utter  woe 
That's  hidden  in  her  cup? 


in. 

Is  there  a  child  that  may  not  see 
The  right  way  from  the  wrong : 

May  not  that  child  be  train' d  to  be 
One  of  the  angel-throng? 


HYMNS.  *99 


IV 


Is  there  a  man  whose  locks  are  gray, 
Whose  soul  is  black  with  sin: 

I-  there  no  hope  for  him  to-day? 
Why   not  invite  him  in? 


v. 


There  is  a  gracious,  pitying  One 
Who  came  to  seek  the  lost; 

'Twas  even  God's  beloved  Son 
Whose  life  their  ransom  cost ! 


VI. 

Shall  it  not  be  our  daily  care 

To  follow  where  he  leads, 

And  with  our  blessed  Master  bear 

A  cup  for  sorrow's  needs? 

1899. 


ioo*  HYMNS. 


CXLIV CM. 

£2Et*tf)«  tfjou  rrfusc,  or  toi]rtrjfr  ttjou  rfioosf.— Job  xxxiv.  33. 


C\&  threads  of  gold  our  passing  years 
^-~^  May  be  with  jewels  strung, 
A  galaxy  of  brilliant  spheres 
By  hands  angelic  swung. 


II. 

Our  days  may  be  as  thorns  that  grow 

Along  a  stony  lane, 
And  sting  the  feet  that  to  and  fro 

Must  walk  the  path  of  pain. 


in. 

Man  makes  his  portion  what  he  will, 
For  better  or  for  worse : 

He  chooses  happiness  or  ill, 
The  blessing  or  the  curse. 


//y.vxs.  *ioi 


IV 


For  thirty  pieces  in  his  hand 
The  traitor  sold  his  Lord: 

He  scorch' d  his  heart  as  with  a  brand, 
He  died  the  death  abhorr'd. 


v. 

Her  little  all  the  widow  cast 
Within  the  treasury -chest ; 

Her  name,  unknown,  to  heaven  was  pass'd 
As  one  by  Jesus  blest. 


VI. 

All  they  who  sit  at  Jesus'  feet 

And  strive  to  serve  him  well, 

Will  surely  more  acceptance  meet 

Than  man  in  cloister' d  cell. 

1899. 


. 


flg^': 


s     -        ■ 


t) 


io2*  HYMNS. 


CXLV CM. 

JFrom  ^salin  xviii. 
I. 

T   LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  is  my  shield, 
My  God  in  whom  I  trust, 

A  buckler  and  a  refuge  tower 
For  man,  the  child  of  dust. 

ii. 

Yea,  in  the  dark  and  dreadful  hour 

Jehovah  was  my  stay: 
Delivering  me  from  cruel  men, 

He  open'd  up  my  way. 

III. 

Around  me  were  the  snares  of  death, 
Destruction's  flood  was  near; 

The  underworld  encompass' d  me 
And  struck  my  soul  with  fear. 

IV. 

I  call'd  on  God  in  my  distress, 
My  voice  arose  on  high ; 

He  heard  me  from  his  royal  seat, 
And  listen' d  to  my  cry. 


HYMNS.  *io3 


v. 

The  heavens  he  bow'd,  and  he  came  down, 
Thick  darkness  'neath  his  feet; 

A.S  on  a  cherub  he  did  fly, 

No  wings  of  wind  so  fleet. 

VI. 

Jehovah  thunder' d  in  the  heavens, 

The  Highest  spake  aloud: 
The  hailstones  o'er  the  earth  were  driven, 

His  lightnings  rent  the  cloud. 

VII. 

He  shot  his  fiery  arrows  forth, 

And  routed  every  foe : 
The  deep  foundations  of  the  earth 

Were  bared  to  depths  below. 

VIII. 

He  p'd  me  from  the  watery  deep, 

Prom  enemies  nearby 
Who  hated  me,  and  in  their  power 

Were  mightier  than   I. 

IX. 

Except  Jehovah,  who  is  God? 

(  )r  who  but  God  my  rock  ? 
He  girdeth  me  with  strength  to  bear 

The  mightiest  foeman's  shock.  ....... 


104*  HYMNS. 


CXLVI C.  M. 

Jfrom  ^salm  xc. 


/^\UR  refuge  in  all  ages  Thou 
Before  the  earth  was  born, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
Ere  time's  remotest  morn. 


II. 

A  thousand  years  are  in  thy  sight 

But  as  a  yesterday 
When  it  is  gone,  or  as  a  watch 

Departs  with  night  away. 

in. 

Thou  sweepest  man  as  with  a  flood ; 

They  fall  asleep,   and  pass ; 
At  morn  they  grow,   at  eventide 

They  wither  as  the  grass. 


HYMNS.  -105 


IV. 

But  threescore  years  and  ten  our  life 
Or  if  fourscore  they  be, 

Yet  at  their  best  they're  empty  toil, 
And  swift  away  we  flee. 

v. 

Teach  us  to  measure  all  our  days : 
So  we  in  wisdom's  path 

May  sing  for  joy,   O  Lord  !  for  thou 
Hast  turn'd  away  thy  wrath. 


io6*  HYMNS. 


CXLVII L.  It 


Jfrom  JSsalm  xci. 


1. 


w 


HO  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place 

Of  Him  most  high,  the  Lord  of  grace, 
Shall  bide  beneath  his  shadowing  arm, 
A  shelter-place  from  every  harm. 


ii. 


My  refuge  and  my  fortress  thou, 
My  God,   to  whom  I  trustful  bow, 

From  pestilence  and  fowler's  snare 
Wilt  keep  me  with  a  father's  care. 


in. 


Beneath  the  pinions  of  his  wings, 
My  refuge  he  from  evil  things ; 

His  truth  my  shield  and  buckler  too, 
I  will  not  fear  what  foes  can  do. 


HYMNS.  -107 


IV 


Nor  fear  the  terrors  of  the  dark, 
Nor  arrow   flying  to  its  mark, 

Nor  plague  that  prowleth  in  the  night, 

Nor  sickness  in  the  noonday  light. 


v. 


The  Lord  will  give  his  angels  charge 
To  keep  thee  in  thy  walks  at  large ; 
And   safely   bear  thee  as  his  own, 
Nor  let  thv  foot  dash  on  a  stone. 


VI. 


Because  his  love  is  set  on  Me, 
Saith  God,   I'll  lift  him  high,  for  he 

Doth  know  my  name,  and  he  shall  cry, 
And   I   will  not  his  prayers  deny. 


VII. 


I  will  deliver  nim,  and  give 
Xot  only  length  of  days  to  live, 
But  he  in  holy  paths  shall 
And  I  will  my  salvation  show. 


io8*  HYMNS, 


CXLVIII CM. 

JFrom  ^salm  xcviii. 


f~\  SING  a  new  song  to  the  Lord! 
^^^  Who  marvellous  things  hath  done 
His  own  right  hand  and  holy  arm 
The  victory  hath  won. 

ii. 

For  his  salvation  he  hath  shown 

In  every  nation's  sight: 
He  hath  reveal' d  his  righteousness 

In  characters  of  light. 


in. 

To  Israel  his  grace  and  truth 

Borne  in  his  mind  have  been 

The  utmost  ends  of  all  the  earth 
Have  his  salvation  seen. 


HYMNS.  *io9 


IV. 

Shout  to  Jehovah,  all  the  earth  ! 

Break  forth  with  joy  and  sing ! 
Sing  praises  with  the  voice  and  harp 

Before  our  Lord  and  King. 

v. 

Let  oceans  roar,  and  let  the  world 
And  all  its  living  throng, 

With  all  the  rivers,  clap  their  hands, 
While  mountains  join  the  song. 


VI. 

Let  all  rejoice  before  the  Lord, 

Who  comes  with  righteousness 

To  judge  the  world:  his  equity 

All  peoples  shall  confess. 

1899. 


10 


no  HYMNS. 


ONE  LORD,  ONE  FAITH. 


CXLIX. 


OUT  one  in  faith,   if  not  in  form, 

The  church  of  God  must  be ; 
Like  Jesus1   bosom,   ever  warm 
With  truth  and  charity. 


We  have  not  yet  anointed  eyes, 
Our  sight  is  dim  and  short ; 

We  cannot  pierce  the  upper  skies 
Bevond  the  outer  court. 


A  glance  may  show  the  form  of  man, 
The  shading  of  his  face  ; 

But  in  his  soul  what  eye  can  scan 
The  work  of  saving  grace? 


//y.i/.vs.  in 


We  know  not  how  the  Spirit's  breath 
Hath  moved  on  him  within. 

And  brought  to  Life       -  >ul  from  death 
And  cleansed  away  its  sin. 


As  it  may  list  the  wind  doth  blow  : 
Then  need  we  question  why 

Or  when  the  soul  begins  to  go 
Its  journey   to  the  sky. 


Who  loves  the  Lord  whom  we  adore, 
He  hath  a  brother's  claim 

To  stand  with  us  on  mercy's  floor 
And  praise  His  blessed  name. 


All  marching  to  the  home  above, 

Our  Leader  full  in  view, 

The  church  together  bound  in  love. 

Will  all  her  foes  subdue. 

1899. 


ii2  HYMNS. 


TWENTY-THIRD  PSALM. 


HPHE  Lord  is  my  shepherd: 
Xo  want  shall  I  know : 
He  makes  me  lie  down 

Where  the  green  pastures  grow. 
By  rest-giving  waters 

He  leadeth  my  feet, 
Refreshing  my  soul 

With  promises  sweet. 


In  paths  of  the  righteous 

He  guideth  my  way 
For  the  sake  of  His  Name, 

And  I  shall  not  stray. 
E'en  though  in  death's  valley 

I  walk  through  the  shade, 
Yet  while  Thou  art  with  me 

I  am  not  afraid. 


//)  WXS.  113 


Thy  rod  and  Thy  staff, 

They  comfort  me  still, 
Defending  my  soul 

From  all  that  is  ill. 
A  bountiful  table 

r.  :<  ore  me  is  spread, 
Despite  of  my  foes 

By  enmity  led. 


My  head  is  anointed 

With  unction  of  grace: 
My  cup  runneth  OYer 

With  blessings  apace. 
Both  goodness  and  mercy 

Shall  follow  my  days, 

And  eYer  I'll  dwell 

In  the  house  of  Thy  praise. 

1899. 


10* 


ii4  HYMNS. 


FIFTY-FIRST  PSALM. 

12,   II,   10. 

T7ROM  the  end  of  the  earth 
"      Unto  Thee  will  I  call; 
Attend  to  my  prayer ; 

0  Lord  !  hear  my  cry. 
When  my  heart  is  o'erwhelmed, 

And  afflictions  befall, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That  is  higher  than  I. 


As  a  refuge  of  strength 

Unto  me  Thou  hast  been, 

A  tower  unshaken, 

Protecting  from  foes. 

In  Thy  tent  is  my  dwelling ; 
Safe  sheltered  therein, 

My  covert  Thy  wings, 

How  sweet  my  repose ! 

1899. 


HYMNS.  n.s 


FROM    ISAIAH    XXVI.  .  .  .  C.  M. 


T^HOr  keepest  him  in  perfect  peace 
Whose  mind  on  Thee  isstay'd: 
Because  he  trusteth  in  the  Lord 
IK    shall  not  be  afraid. 


Trust  ye  forever  in  the  Lord! 

The  Rock  of  Ages!  all 
Who  trust  in   Him  a  refuge  find 

When  raging  storms  appall. 


The  lofty  one-   He  bringeth  down: 

The  city  of  their  trust 
He  layeth  low,  e'en  to  the  ground, 

And   makes  it  as  the  dust. 


n6  HYMNS. 


Lord !  when  Thy  hand  is  lifted  up 
The  wicked  will  not  see : 

They  shall  behold,   and  be  ashamed 
Before  Thy  majesty. 


The  just  will  walk  in  righteous  ways, 
For  Thou  that  upright  art 

Directest  all  the  steps  of  him 

Who  trusts  Thee  in  his  heart. 


Enter  thy  chambers,  saith  the  Lord, 

And  make  the  shutters  fast, 
And  hide  thee  for  a  little  time 

Till  wrath  be  overpast. 

1899. 


HYMNS.  117 


CXLIX 8,7. 

Confrasional  Doiologg. 

T    BELIEVE  in  God  the  Father,    . 

I  believe  in  God  the  Son, 
I  believe  in  God  the  Spirit : 

Lord  Jehovah  !     Three  in  one. 
Him,  whose  word  begat  creation: 

Him,  who  for  the  fallen  died; 
Him,  the  sealer  of  salvation, 

By  whom  man  is  sanctified. 
All  the  universe  his  dwelling, 

From  the  depths  to  heights  above ; 
Every  world  his  glory  telling, 

God  of  Right  and  Truth  and  Love ! 

1899. 


v 


■ 


Batzv  (poeme* 


EVENED   BY   CHRIST. 

COME  things  in  this  world 

Seem  tangled  and  mix'd, 
The  threads  of  a  skein 

All  knotted  betwixt: 
And  how  to  unravel  them 

Who  can  portend  ? 
Yet  all   will   be  even'd 

By   Christ  in  the  end. 


There  are  wiser  than  kings 

Though  not  on  a  throne : 
There  are  greater  than  queens, 

Uncrown*  d  and   unknown: 
The  high  may  he  honour' d. 

The  low  be  contemn' d, 
Still  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Christ  in  the  end. 

ti9 


i2o  POEMS. 


With  luxury's  trappings 

The  proud  are  begirt ; 
While  others  are  spatter' d 

With  squalor  and  dirt, 
The  spiritless  creatures 

That  have  not  a  friend 
Yet  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Christ  in  the  end. 


A  glorified  angel 

May  sleep  in  that  child, 
The  girl  that  is  barefoot, 

Dishevell'd,   and  wild: 
O  for  a  mother 

This  lambkin  to  tend ! 
But  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Christ  in  the  end. 


A  hero  immortal, 

To  rank  with  the  great, 
May  hide  in  that  Arab 

Who  plays  at  your  gate 
O  men !  to  the  rescue ! 

Like  Christ  condescend : 
Know  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Him  in  the  end. 


POEMS.  .  121 


Ye  servants  of  Jesus, 

The  Crucified  One  ! 
With  smoke  on  the  glass 

Eclipse  not  the  Sun, 
Nor  seek  to  interpret 

What  none  comprehend, 
For  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Him  in  the  end. 

High  critics !  who  cut 

With  a  double-edge  knife, 
In  trimming  the  Bible 

Ye  peril  its  life. 
God's  message  to  man 

Has  He  call'd  you  to  mend? 
Know  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Him  in  the  end. 

Ye  hoarders  of  millions ! 

How  much  have  ye  given 
As  tokens  of  gladness 

For  treasure  in  heaven? 
Forget  not  the  widow, 

That  Christ  did  commend, 
For  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Him  in  the  end. 

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122  .  POEMS. 


Ye  children  of  Anak, 

Who  trample  on  all, 
And  crush  out  the  weaker 

To  gain  by  their  fall, 
A  time  of  accounting 

Doth  surely  impend, 
When  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Christ  in  the  end. 

Profaners  of  Sabbaths, 

Misleaders  of  youth, 
Who  polish  a  lie 

Till  it  shines  like  a  truth, 
Why  deaden  the  conscience 

By  poisons  ye  vend? 
Know  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Christ  in  the  end. 

Ye  rulers  who  sit 

In  the  lawgiver's  chair, 
And  wink  at  a  bribe 

With  a  sinister  air, 
The  ermine  of  justice 

In  vain  do  ye  rend, 
For  all  will  be  even'd 

By  Christ  in  the  end. 


POEMS.  123 


Remember  the  Christ 

That  hallow 'd  the  earth, 
The  One  that  was  scorn'd 

As  of  Nazarene  birth ; 
Betimes  to  His  teachirj 

And  warnings  attend, 
For  all  will  be  even'd 

By   Him  in  the  end. 

In  the  moment  uncertain 

Fast  coming"  to  all, 
When  the  trump  of  the  angel 

Shall  ring  out  its  call, 
Who  then  with  Jehovah 

Will  dare  to  contend? 
For  all  will  be  even'd 

Bv   Him   in  the  end. 


124  POEMS. 


THE   PASTOR'S   CALL. 


"  /^OD  bless  you,  my  brother!" 

The  words  that  he  said : 
A  kiss  on  my  forehead 

Was  all  that  he  gave ; 
And,  kneeling,  to  Jesus 

He  tenderly  pray'd. 
The  tempest  of  sorrow 

Was  suddenly  stay'd: 
'Twas  calm  on  the  ocean, 

'Twas  light  in  the  shade. 
With  peace  in  my  bosom 

I  look'd  on  my  dead, 
And  hope  as  an  angel 

Enhalo'd  her  grave. 


EMS,  12 


VICTORIA  THE   QUEEN  ! 

T~*HE  queenliest  of  queens, — the  womanly 

Of      womanhood, — the      excellent     of 

wives, — 
No  scroll  historic  of  immortal  lives 
Enshrines,  0  queen  !  a  counterpart  of  thee. 
Thy    brow    with    truth's    bright    diadem    is 

crown  "d  ; 
Thy  wand  of  power  is  conscience  tutor' d  by 
The  Law  Divine  :  thy  purpose  pure  and  high, 
For    justice,    faith    and    honour,    world    re- 

Down'd. 
The  queen  of   gentle  hearts  through  three- 
re  years 
Of  loving  rule,   thy  influence  benign 
Hath  held  a  sway  of  potency  sublime, 
Like  Sirius  mid  the  multitudes  of  spheres. 
This    crowning    glory.    Empress-Queen  !     is 

thine. 
Transcending  Sheba's  in  her  palmy  prime. 


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126  POEMS. 


PHILLIPS   BROOKS. 


^THUS,   childlike,    "I   am   going  home!" 

he  said, 
And  spake  no  more.     The  great,  good  heart 

lay  still, 
The  ma  jest}'  of  death  encrown'd  his  head, 
And  holy  silence  all  the  room  did  fill. 
The  nation's  pulse,  smit  with  a  sudden  chill, 
Beat  feverish  strokes  that,  like  a  midnight 

knell 
Wild  pealing  from  the  lofty -tower 'd  bell, 
Sent  through  the  homes  of  men  a  startling 

thrill. 
Well  fill'd  his  part,  the  man  of  spotless  fame 
The  missioner  from  Jesus  Christ  to  all, 
So  earnest,   tender,   yet  so  nobly  grand, 
With  human  heart  set  in  a  heavenly  frame, 
At  morning-dawn  he  heard  his  Father's  call 
And  homeward  pass'd  into  his  Father's  land. 


POEMS.  127 


PHILIP   SCHAFF. 

\X7ITH  Christ!  .   .  .   Xo  idling  time  was 
life  to  thee, 

O    friend    beloved !    Thy    feet    right    onward 

press'd. 
Snn-like,  from  morning  east  to  evening  west, 
Thou  wert  what  man.  if  truth-inspired,  can  be. 
Thy  walk,   like    Enoch's,    proved    thy   high 

degree. 
Thy  vision,   grasping  much,  still   seem'd  in 

quest 
Of  something  higher,  grander,  e'en  the  best 
That  God  vouchsafes  to  our  humanity. 
Outreaching  to  the  far,   receding  days 
When  marvellous  man  was  in  his  infancy — 
The  days  of  old  that  darken  as  we  look — 
And  yet  alert  to  passing  thought  and  ways, 
Thy  mind  became  a  many-languaged  book, 
Thy  life  a  stalwart,   many- fruited  tree. 


128  POEMS. 


WILLIAM    C.  CATTELL. 

A  FRUITFUL   life   of   deeds  not  born  to 

die, 
Of  wise  beginnings  brought  to  full  fruition, 
His  works  remain  as  a  perpetual  mission 
To  humankind  while  tides  of  time  flow  by. 
Alert  to  duty's  call,   its  welcome  cry 
Went  in  his  soul.     The  foremost  of  the  van, 
He  battled  on  the  side  of  right  and  man, 
And   in   God's   name   achieved    his   purpose 

high. 
A  true,  sweet  spirit  sway'd  his  dauntless  mind 
While  wielding  silently  an  arm  of  power. 
In  his  minuter  duties  as  in  great 
The   Christ   was  Lord,  and  Him  he  walk'd 

behind, 
Doing  his  will.     When  came   life's  parting 

hour, 
He    pass'd    to    heaven    through    morning's 

sunlit  gate ! 


POEMS.  [29 


A    MEMORY. 

"TTHE  Master  calleth    thee!"     She  rose, 
and  bow'd 

Before  his  Presence.      'Twas  a  step,  but  one, 
From  home  to  heaven.      Her   life,  on  earth 

begun, 
Hath  now  its  perfect  garniture,   endow' d 
With    eyes    that    see,    with    ears   that    hear, 

with  heart 
That  taketh  in  the  glories  of  the  place, 
The  peace,  the  joy,  the  fulness  of  the  grace, 
The  Lord  to  his  beloved  doth  impart. 
O  happy  home,   that  land  of  Paradise! 
No  sin,   no  pain,   no  sorrow  evermore, 
With  perfect  bliss  and  lasting  treasure  stored  : 
And  lo  !   its  King,  whose  beauty  fills  her  ey 
Hath  brought  her  in   upon   its  golden   floor 
To  be  with   Him!      Forever  with  her  Lord! 


130  POEMS. 


CALLED    IN    THE   MORNING. 

PONE  in  the  morn  of  day 
While  nearing  to  the  line 

That  lies  between  the  time  of  play 
And  manhood's  coming  sign : 

Before  the  summer  sun 

Were  half -meridian  high, 

Or  ere  his  fancy  had  begun 
To  sketch  the  by-and-by. 

Not  order' d  for  the  march 
And  battle  of  this  life, 

Not  his  to  pass  beneath  the  arch 
Of  glory-giving  strife. 

Not  his  to  bear  the  brunt 
Amid  the  push  of  man, 

To  stand  a  soldier  at  the  front, 
The  foremost  of  the  van. 


POEMS.  131 


His  was  a  gentler  lot ; 

God  only   knnweth   why 
The  time  is  set,   the  way,   the  spot, 

All  sons  of  man  must  die. 

Blest  are  the  call'd  of  God 

Ere  come  the  evil  days: 
Thrice  blest  are  they  who  long  have  trod 

In  love  and  wisdom's  ways. 


132  POEMS. 


UP   AND   AT   IT. 

CAY !  is  this  world  an  idling  place 
For  man,   with  hands  unlifted, 

To  let  life's  current  flow  apace 
Till  to  the  brink  he's  drifted? 

Is  it  a  couch  whereon  to  moan 

And  magnify  a  sorrow? 
And  sigh  whene'er  the  day  is  gone 

As  if  there  were  no  morrow? 

Is  it  a  place  wherein  to  fret 

And  turn  all  work  to  travail, 

Or  dream  our  lot  on  earth  is  set 
Old  mysteries  to  unravel? 

Why  close  our  tent  at  morning-dawn 

And,  lazily  reclining, 
Growl  out,  with  many  a  sleepy  yawn, 

The  sun  is  never  shining? 


POEMS.  153 


To  whine  o'er  trouble  as  we  may 
Will  make  its  weight  no  lighter, 

And  grumbling  o'er  a  cloudy  day 

Will  make  the  skits  no  brighter. 


Light  always  shines  within  the  heart 
Of  every  man  right-minded, 

But  he  who  splits  its  rays  apart 
Beeometh  colour-blinded. 


The  clipper  swiftly  skims  the  seas, 

A   fairy-bird  of  ocean  : 
The  hulk  drifts  slowly  in  the  breeze 

With  forward-backward  motion. 


Shall  we  not  lend  a  lifting  hand 

To  him  whose  foot  may  stumble? 

For  who  can  hope  he'll  always  stand 
Without  a  slip  or  tumble? 

Unhappy  man  with  naught  to  do! 

A  blessed  boon  is  labour, 
When  steadfastly  our  way  we  hew 

And  envy  not  our  neighbour 

12 


134  POEMS. 


His  bundle  has  its  crooked  sticks, 
Whatever  be  his  station ; 

His  heart  may  have  annoying  pricks 
That  sting  to  desperation. 


Then  covet  not  another's  pelf, 

A  sting  is  in  the  honey ; 
Who  works  for  God  works  for  himself, 

And  lays  up  heavenly  money. 


POEMS.  [35 


-UNITE,  OR   DIE 


!  " 


"1    FNITE,   or  die!'       Prophetic  phrase 
The  ancient  penny  bore 
In  onr  heroic  fathers'   days, 
The  glorious  days  of  yore. 

"Unite,  or  die!'       The  legend  true 
Befits  this  later  age, 
When  demagogues — a  medley  crew — 
At  Freedom's  portal  rage. 

•    Unite,  or  die  ! '       Behold  the  foe  ! 
The  shouts  of  battle  ring ! 
While  Anarchy  is  crouching  low 
To  make  a  stealthy  spring. 

"Unite,  or  die!'       Xo  tribal  name, 
No  bickering  to-day  ! 
Let  Nero  laugh  at  Rome  in  flame, 
Let  careless  jesters  play. 


136  POEMS. 


"Unite,   or  die!'       Is  this  the  hour 
To  waken  party  strife? 
Why  yield  to  Anarchy  the  power 
To  take  our  nation's  life? 

"Unite,  or  die!'       Why  give  up  all 
Our  fathers  built  so  well? 
Arise,  ye  freemen  !     Man  the  wall 
Of  Freedom's  citadel ! 

"Unite,  or  die!"     Look  not  askance, 
Be  men  in  deed  and  name ! 
Remember  how  fair,  sunny  France 
The  sport  of  Death  became. 


<®^gM^ 


POEMS.  137 


ISLAM    SHALL    BE    BROKEN. 


ARMENIA  hath  been  whelm  d  111  blood, 
A   sea  ot  crimson  waters, 
And  Kurope  calmly  saw  the  flood 
Engulf  its  sons  and  daughters! 


O,   Britain  !  where' s  thy  faith  of  old? 

Dost  fear  to  risk  thy  treasure? 
O,   Teuton  kings,   once  brave  and  bold, 

Await  ye  Hamid's  pleasure? 

I-  there  no  man  among  ye  alP 
No  Christian  king  heroic? 

Must  Greece  a  martyr  nation  fall, 
And  ye  supine  and  stoic? 

Lo !  tiny  Crete,  the  long  oppress' d, 

Dares  strike  at  the  ag 
And  Greece,  the  mother,  bares  her  br 

To  shield  her  from  oppressor- 
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1 38  POEMS. 


O  for  a  year  of  Cromwell's  sway  ! 

His  whisper  was  live  thunder, 
That  made  the  vultures  drop  their  prey 

And  flee  in  fear  and  wonder. 


The  man  is  coming  for  the  hour ! 

The  Grecian  isles  have  spoken  ! 
The  Lord  Almighty  give  the  power 

And  Islam  shall  be  broken ! 


POEMS. 


THK   WAGGING    WORLD. 

\  N  olden  man  with  fatherly  eye- 
Beholds  the  crowds  that  are  flitting  by, 
Like  children  chasing  a  butterfly. 


His  step  is  slow  and  his  eye  is  dim : 

So  near  the  verge  of  its  outer  rim 

The  world  has  little  that's  strange  to  him. 


Full  well  he  knows  the  good  and  the  ill, 
The  tempting  sweet  and  the  bitter  pill ; 
They  haunt  the  halls  of  memory  still. 


A  fool  is  wont  to  grumble  and  fret, 
As  if  he  were  a  grandmother's  pet 
And  all  mankind  to  him  were  in  debt. 


Around  the  world  there  is  room  for  all, 
But  some  will   push  the  weak  to  the  wall 
And  set  their  foot  on  any  that  fall. 


140  POEMS. 


Each  soul  on  earth  is  a  single  star  : 
Some  seem  anear  and  others  afar, 
But  all  should  move  without  any  jar. 


'Tis  simple  truth  that  a  real  man 
Will  aim  to  live  on  the  Master's  plan, 
And  all  should  work  wherever  they  can. 


Some  claim  a  sphere  that  is  not  for  them ; 
Their  daily  bread  their  palates  contemn : 
They  long  for  fruit  from  a  golden  stem. 

'Twas  so  to  him  in  his  far-off  days, 

But  when  he  reach' d  the  parting  of  ways, 

The  upward  path  led  out  of  the  maze. 


The  tree  that  beareth  a  heavenly  fruit, 
With  not  a  worm  on  branches  or  root,. 
A  dainty  taste  seems  never  to  suit. 


Yet  all  must  eat  of  the  tree  or  die  ; 
And  none  need  question  the  reason  why ; 
For  Christ  the  loving  utters  the  cry. 


POEMS.  141 


And  all   may  choose  the  uppermost  path 
Open'd  by  Christ,  that  saveth  from  scath, 

As  many  a  weary  wayfarer  hath. 


A '.as  for  all  in  the  downward  way  ! 
Their  sins  bear  interest  they  must  pay  ; 
How  vast  the  sum  on  settlement  day  ! 

A  sweet-faced  woman  came  leading  along 
A  waif  she'd  saved  from  horrible  wrong: 
Sure  there  were  angels  hid  in  the  throng  ! 


The  old  man  leaning  upon  his  cane 
Thought  in  himself,    "And  still  it  is  plain 
Our  Lord  came  not  to  the  world  in  vain. 


For  hymns  of  praise  and  the  thankful  prayer 
Hallow  the  morning  and  evening  air 
In  happy  homes,   and  the  Lord  is  there. 


The  earth  is  bless' d  with   heavenly   fanes, 

:ses  of  healing  for  ills  and   pains, 
And  sheltering  nests  from  tempests  and  rains. 


142  POEMS. 


The  generous  spirit  is  growing  more  rife 
To  check  the  rage  for  carnage  and  strife, 
To  hold  the  olive,   and  bury  the  knife. 


The  Lord  our  God,  the  fountain  of  truth, 
Will  quicken  all  the  nations  forsooth, 
Till  Eden  blooms  in  its  primitive  youth." 


The  ancient's  mind  grew  hopeful  and  calm, 
His  after-thoughts  were  comforting  balm 
As  he  sought  his  home  intoning  a  psalm. 


POEMS.  14;, 


GEORGE  W.  CHILDS. 

HPHE  world    hath   lost   a  man.      His  path 

he  strew*  d 
With  gentle  kindnesses  and  words  of  grace. 
From  all  degrees  of  men  his  open  face 
Won  high  regard  or  earnest  gratitude. 
With  sturdy  honesty  and   truth  endued, 
His  soul  was  written  on  his  countenance, 
And  all  might  read  him  at  a  casual  glance, 
As  on  a  world-wide  pedestal  he  stood. 
By    unclean    pelf    his    hand    and    heart    un- 

stain'd, 
Strong  for  the  right,  and  turning  not  aside 
Whene'er  the  public  weal  was  in  debate, 
He  justified  the  honour  he  had  gain'd. 
If  specks  in  marble  envious  eyes  espied, 
His    faith    in    God    was    his    sure    armour- 
plate. 


144  POEMS. 


APHORISMS. 

TI7HY  bend  upon  a  slavish  knee 

To  folk  of  misty  ages, 
As  men  ordain 'd  of  Heaven  to  be 
The  wisest  of  all  sages? 


Why  in  a  sombre  conclave  sit 
Enwrapt  in  murky  vapours 

Within  a  cobwebb'd  grotto  lit 
By  error's  flickering  tapers? 


The  world  hath  had  its  babyhood, 
Its  time  of  simple  prattle, 

When,   infant-like,  its  highest  good 
Was  found  in  bell  and  rattle. 


Long  years  the  ghostly  sciolists 
Sat  round  tradition's  table, 

With  eyes  obscured  by  smoky  mists, 
Till  history  rivall'd  fable. 


POEMS.  145 


Now  philosophes  of  mental  twi^t 

O'er  solveless  questions  wrangle, 

Until  the  skein  of  truth,  I  wist, 
Becomes  a  matted  tangle. 


The  critic's  diatribe  may  be 

Conceitedly  dogmatic ; 
He  needeth  eyes  with  power  to  see 

From  cellar  unto  attic. 


'Tis  devil's  play  to  stir  up  strife 
Entailing  harm  and  sorrow; 

A   quarrel  hath  too  long  a  life  : 
Postpone  it  till  the  morrow. 


The  tittle-tattle  of  a  town 

May  set  a  blizzard  whirling: 

The  stone  that  struck  a  giant  down 
Was  of  a  stripling's  hurling. 


It  is  not  wise  to  pitch  a  tent 
Beside  a  pool  that's  quiet: 

As  simple  he  whose  time  is  spent 
In  tilts  of  wordy  riot. 

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146  POEMS. 


Forbear  the  double-edged  sneer, 
A  blade  too  keen  to  handle : 

Drop  not  within  a  gossip's  ear 
A  seed  that  groweth  scandal. 


A  single  stick  of  dynamite 

May  rend  a  steamer's  metal ; 

Let  turbid  waters  stand  o'er  night, 
The  sediment  will  settle. 


The  world  is  not  a  cricket-field 
For  knocking  out  a  brother ; 

The  sharpest  weapon  we  can  wield 
Is  love  to  one  another. 


Of  all  the  graces  Paul  doth  cite 
The  chief  is  loving-kindness; 

So  do  not  haste  a  man  to  smite 
Who  staggers  in  his  blindness. 


The  word  of  God  is  perfect  light 
Unsever'd  by  our  prisms: 

One  colour  kept  alone  in  sight 
May  lead  to  error's  isms. 


POEMS.  147 


The  truth  is  truth  in  every  age 
Wherever  writ  or  spoken  : 

Who  wisely  pores  the  Bible  page 
His  faith  will  ne'er  be  broken. 


Despite  the  highest  critic's  knife, 
Despite  the  skeptic's  libel, 

The  only  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life, 
Is  Jesus  of  the  Bible. 


Ho,   all  the  world!  the  Christ  hath  died, 
And  died  for  man  the  sinner ; 

And,   whatsoever  may  betide, 

The  Christ  will  be  the  winner. 


148  POEMS. 


GRANDDAUGHTER  DOROTHY, 


"the  gift  of  god." 


pvOROTHY!     Behold  she  sleepeth, 
In  the  hall  of  silence  lying, 
Where  is  neither  pain  nor  crying, 
Not  a  grief  nor  any  sighing ; 

Watchful  guard  her  angel  keepeth. 


Dorothy  !     Behold  she  waketh, 

God's  own  lamb,  in  realms  of  splendor 
To  the  Shepherd,  her  defender, 
All  its  love  her  heart  doth  render: 

Of  his  love  the  child  partaketh. 


Dorothy  !    What  precious  meaning, 

Gift  of  God  !  In  its  completeness, 
Redolent  with  love  and  sweetness; 
For  this  lamb  a  special  meetness, 

On  the  Shepherd's  bosom  leaning! 


P(  V:\JAS*. 


149 


Dorothy  !     The  gift  remaineth, 

Hidden,  yet  in  memory's  keeping; 
Unto  us  not  dead,  but  sleeping  ; 
Faith  forbidding  sighs  or  weeping, 

For  our  Lord  the  soul  sustaineth. 

April,  1899. 


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i5o  POEMS. 


THE  VOYAGERS  OF  YORE. 


/^AST  off  the  hawser  ! 

Let  the  good  ship  go ! 
The  flag  of  glory  flapping 

In  the  wind  to  and  fro 
Sung  the  sailors'  chorus, 

Hoy  !  yho  !  heave  ho  ! 


As  she  glideth  down  the  river 
Hearts  of  gentle  women  quiver 
With  a  yearning,   fond  emotion 
Deep  as  love's  unfathom'd  ocean; 
Yet  beyond  a  looming  sorrow 
Hope  foresees  a  shining  morrow. 

Fair  the  breezes,  brisk  and  steady, 
And  the  ship,   far  off  already, 
In  the  dim  horizon  fadeth 
And  the  keenest  eye  evadeth. 


* 


roi-.us.  i  si 


Where-away?     What  lies  before  her]* 
Will  the  skies  be  cloudless  o'er  her? 
Or  will  murky  fogs  benight  her, 
Or  the  lightning-arrow  smite  her? 
Will  a  cyclone  hurl  her,   drifting 
O'er  the  wayward  waters,   shifting 

Hither,  thither, 

Every -whither, 
A-  the  blast  may  haply  sweep  her? 
Will  her  helm  from  stranding  keep  her, 
Or  will  she,  with  crash  like  thunder, 
Rive  on  hidden  rocks  asunder, — 
Ship  and  crew  go  down  together 
In  the  battle  with  the  weather? 


Where-away  ?     The  point  magnetic, 
With  the  needle  sympathetic. 
Shows  the  lighthouse  of  creation — 
Faithful   Pole-Star! — on  its  station, 
Beacon  to  the  navigator 
While  he  steer-  for  the  equator. 
Down  the  South  Atlantic  hasting, 
Not  an  inch  of  canvas  wasting, 
Till  the  Cape  the  vessel  reaches 
Where  the  windy  tempest  screeches: 


152  POEMS. 


Spite  of  beetling  waves  terrific, 
Proudly  entering  the  Pacific. 
Like  a  swan  the  vessel's  motion 
O'er  the  earth's  sublimest  ocean: 
Touching  at  enchanted  islands, 
Verdant  lowlands,  rocky  highlands— 
Trafficking  with  nations  olden, 
Peoples  raven-hair' d  or  golden — 
Striking  many  a  fair-hand  bargain 
With  the  tribes  of  tangled  jargon, 
Gathering  bijoux  oriental, 
Curious,  rare,  or  ornamental, 
O'er  which  cultured  vision  lingers, 
Deftly  wrought  by  cunning  fingers — ■ 
Carpetings  of  weird  devices, 
Silks  and  shawls,   and  odorous  spices- 
Wares  of  use  and  freaks  of  fancy 
Rivalling  tales  of  necromancy. 
Rarer  cargo  never  floated 
Save  the  one  in  Scripture  noted, 
When  the  Ark,   a  special  wonder, 
Rode  o'er  hill-tops  buried  under. 

Up  with  the  anchor ! 

Turn  about  the  prow: 
To  the  freeman's  country 

Point  her  steady  bow ; 


POEMS. 


All  is  taut   above  her, 
All   is  snug  below : 

With  Providence  her  keeper 
Let  the  good  ship  go ! 


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Where-away?     Is  patience  dying? 
Why  is  time  so  slowly  flying? 
Irksome  is  the  silent  waiting: 
O  how  fast  is  hope  abating  ! 
Pining  'neath  a  needless  burden 
'Stead  of  seeking  heavenly  guerdon, 
Oft  a  heart  the  worst  is  fearing 
Near  the  morning-hour  of  cheering. 
Lo  !  the  Moses  in  the  rushes ! 
Ere  her  fears  the  mother  hushes, 
He  who  floated  on  the  water 
Is  the  ward  of  Pharaoh's  daughter ! 

Hark  !  beyond  a  jutting  islet 

Signal  guns  forewarn  a  pilot. 

'Tis  the  ship!     All  staunch  and  glorious, 

Over  storms  and  calms  victorious, 

Up  she  cometh,   treasure-laden 

For  the  mother,  wife,   and  maiden  ! 


154 


POEMS. 


Chief  of  all,  the  boon  she  bringeth 
Is  the  joyful  heart,  that  singeth 
Praises  to  the  Lord  and  Master 
Who  hath  warded  off  disaster. 


We  see  not  the  Hand  that  holds  us, 
Nor  how  Providence  enfolds  us  : 
Man  nor  vessel  ever  faileth 
That  by  heavenly  guidance  saileth  : 
Seamen  with  the  storm  may  wrestle, 
Frayers  of  faith  insure  the  vessel. 


1899. 


POEMS.  i  s 


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THE  OLD  BATTLE. 


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HTHE  battle  that  of  old  began 

Between  the  Good  and  Evil, 
Still  rages  in  the  heart  of  man 
Mid  tumult  and   upheaval. 


Beelzebub,   the  prince  of  lies, 
In  secret  sets  his  pickets, 

Unwary  mortals  to  surprise 

In  snares  and  pits  and  thickets. 


No  truce  between  these  deadly  foes  ; 

Tis  conquer  or  surrender! 
Sin  strikes  at  truth  incessant  blows, 

But  God  is  her  defender. 


1 56  POEMS. 


At  times  the  foe  'comes  rashly  bold, 
But  soon  in  dust  he  wallows, 

For  truth,   like  Aaron's  rod  of  old, 
The  root  of  error  swallows. 


The  tempter  hidden  'neath  a  veil 

Sings  softly  like  a  charmer, 

The  spear  of  truth  breaks  through  his  mail 

Atween  the  joints  of  armor. 

1896. 


POEMS.  157 


THE  MAX  WITH  THE  HOE. 


SAY  the  happiest  man  in  the  land 
Is  he  who  grippeth  a  hoe  in  his  hand, 
And  merrily  sings,  while  stepping  along, 
His  heart  always  beating  time  with  his  song. 


The  hoe  need  not  be  of  iron  or  steel, 
Nor  aught  so  gross  that  fingers  can  feel 
'Tis  simply  a  talent  Providence  lends 
For  generous  uses  and  brotherly  ends. 


The  man  with  the  hoe  !  the  hero  who  sweeps 
The  dust  of  error  to  bottomless  deeps : 
He  setteth  no  lie  to  ride  on  the  truth. 
Nor  twists  the  conscience  of  credulous  youth. 


The  man  with  the  hoe  !   What  boots  it  to  him 
That  over  broad  oceans  his  vessel  must  skim, 
That  high  mountain  tops  he  climbeth  upon 
To  note  when  Miss  Venus  kisses  the  Sun. 

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158  POEMS. 


The  man  with  the  hoe  !  He  strikes  for  the  pole 
The  icy  leaves  of  the  earth  to  unroll  : 
For  wondering  men  the  book  to  explain, 
He  beareth  the  blast,  the  hunger,  the  pain. 


The  man  with  the  hoe  !  digs  wisely  and  deep, 
Unearthing  the  secrets  that  nature  doth  keep : 
He  delves  in  the  mines  for  beautiful  things 
Surpassing  the  gems  in  chests  of  the  kings. 


The  man  with  the  hoe  !  He  burrows  the  plains 
To  read  the  ruins  where  mystery  reigns ; 
The  rolls  of  papyrus  he  biddeth  to  speak 
And  history  tell,  unknown  to  the  Greek. 


He  tilleth  the  soil  and  pileth  it  round 
The  succulent  roots  that  sleep  in  the  ground 
He  carefully  tends  the  up-coming  shoot, 
And  hungry  people  partake  of  the  fruit. 


The  man  with  the  hoe !  is  he  who  stands  up 
And  sweetens  for  others  their  sorrowful  cup ; 
Who  carries  a  burden  for  them  that  are  weak, 
Who  treadeth  the  wilds  a  wanderer  to  seek. 


POEMS.  159 


With  spunk  in  his  soul  and  grit  in  his  brain, 
The  man  with  the  hoe  his  place  will  attain : 
He  battles  his  way  through  thick  and  through 

thin, 
And,  watching  his  time,  he  bravely  goes  in. 

And  certes  it  is  the  man  with  the  hoe 
Will  never  be  found  the  last  of  the  row  : 
The  shade  of  his  footstep  always  will  fall 
Where  he  may  become  a  helper  to  ail. 

Some  men  of  the  hoe  have  gold  by  the  ton, 
Yet  work  on  Gods  plan  till  set  of  the  sun: 
Not  theirs  to  dally  till  destiny's  daw 
And  pass  as  the  dew  in  mid-summer's  ray. 

Yet  'tis  not  the  gold  that  maketh  the  man  : 
Tis  doing  the  best  wherever  he  can ; 
Who  stands  in  his  lot  with  hearty  good  will. 
And  handles  the  hoe  with  patience  and  skill. 

His  house  may  be  plain  from  cellar  to  roof, 
But  love  is  therein  the  warp  and  the  woof ; 
A  texture  of  life  witli  colours  inwrought. 
It^  tints  from  the  west  at  SUn-setting  caught. 


i6o  POEMS. 


To  every  one  there  is  given  a  hoe, 
To  work  for  his  weal  or  ply  for  his  woe  ; 
The  fault  is  in  him  who  scorneth  to  do 
The  measure  of  toil  God  calleth  him  to. 


One  spurneth  the  hoe  that  falls  to  his  lot ; 
But  let  him  work  on,  'tis  the  best  he  has  got ; 
Just  let  him  evince  by  his  work  and  his  wit, 
That  for  some  larger  tool  he  is  suitably  fit. 


A  lazy  man  is  humanity's  bane, 
A  tree  without  leaf,  a  field  without  rain, 
A  hoe  without  handle,  a  elapperless  bell, 
A  knife  without  edge,  a  bucketless  well. 


Not  him  who  sulks  in  a  slatternly  room, 
Unlit  by  even  a  flower  in  bloom, 
But  him  the  comforting  man  with  the  hoe, 
Who  droppeth  a  seed  in  hope  it  may  grow. 


If  seeds  that  are  ripe  burst  out  of  the  shell, 
They  grow  into  plants  that  none  can  excel ; 
The  least  on  the  earth  the  greatest  in  heaven 
The  worth  of  a  man  depends  on  his  leaven. 


EMS.  161 


All  treasure  is  God's:  by  Him  it  is  lent, 
And  man  must  account  for  how  it  is  spent  ; 
If  rich  or  if  poor  is  naught  to  the  Lord: 
Who  labours  for  Him  will  have  his  reward. 


Who  works  with  the  Master,  he  shall  find  rest ; 
W'lio  toils  in  His  vineyard,  he  shall  be  blest  ; 
All  pity  for  man  not  born  with  a  hoe, 
In  earth  or  in  heaven  no  place  can  he  know. 


The  man  or  the  woman  who  doeth  His  will, 
The  chief  end  of  life  will  better  fulfill ; 
What's  all  the  world,  contrasted  beside 
The  wondrous  orbs  that  in  high  glory  ride? 


God  reckons  not  by  cloekmaker's  time; 
The  smallest  doings  to  Him  are  sublime; 
The  rudest  of  rock  proclaimeth  His  praise 
As  well  as  the  diamond's  manifold  rays. 


'Tis  folly  to  weep  o'er  the  man  with  a  hoe, 
When  God  in  His  wisdom  created  him  so, 
Who  hath  him  in  forming  for  station  so  high 
Not  all  the  wealth  of  a  Croesus  could  buy. 


1 62  POEMS. 


The  man  with  the  hoe  that  filleth  his  part, 
With  trust  in  the  Lord  and  grace  in  his  heart, 
Is  more  than  a  prince  in  poverty's  guise, 
The  son  of  the  Highest  to  seraphims'  eyes. 


The  man  with  the  hoe  !     The  symbol  of  all 
On  whom  the  mantle  of  labour  may  fall ; 
To  toil  with  the  arm  or  toil  with  the  brain, 
Till  muscle  shall  shrink  or  intellect  wane. 


The  Master  is  wise,  the  Master  is  just : 
He  cheateth  himself  who  fails  in  his  trust ; 
Who  worketh  for  God  finds  comfort  and  health 
For  body  and  soul  and  heavenly  wealth. 

i899. 


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POEMS.  163 


GUDE  PETER  BOYD. 


ONE    HUNDRED    AND    FIFTIETH    ANNIVERSARY    OF 

THE    SAINT    ANDREW    SOCIETY, 

NOVEMBER  25,   1S99. 


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UDE  Peter  Boyd,  this  please  to  say 
To  brithers  on  Saint  Andrew's  day: 


Nay,   nay,   gude  friends!  I  eanna  gae 
From  Germantown  so  far  away, 

Especially  o'   nichts. 
E'en  if  St.  Andrew  wink'd  to  me 
To  come  ayont  the  salty  sea 

To  Scotia's  vales  and  heights, 
I'd  have  to  answer:   Andy,   nay! 
I'm  ower  auld  for  social  play, 
And  bear  the  load  of  many  a  year, — 
Ay  !  more  than  friends  would  care  to  hear; 


1 64  POEMS. 


I  canna  risk  my  weary  banes 

Upon  the  town's  hard-hearted  stanes, 

In  these  cauld  and  wintry  times, 

That  chill  the  writer  of  these  rhymes: 

Else,   I'd  be  very  apt  to  show 

Myself  a  dancing  vertigo. 

St.  Andrew's  men  are  friends  indeed 

To  ilka  brither  in  his  need ; 

And  they  have  help'd  the  widows,  too, 

And  orphan  children  not  a  few. 

Now  three  times  fifty  years  have  gane, 

And  they  have  done  their  work  amain, 

Yet  many  fifty  years  may  they 

Turn  sorrow's  night  to  cheerful  day. 

1899. 


POEA/S.  165 


NEW   YEAR    SALUTATIONS 

FROM    DIARY. 

IS95. 

1VJ  INETY-FIYE  has  just  gone  out, 

Passing  through  Time's  winter  gate: 
Ninety-six  has  entered  in, 

Walking  with  becoming  state ; 
And  it  means  to  make  a  stay 
One  day  longer  on  its  way 
Beneath  the  canopy  of  heaven 
Before  it  bows  to  Ninety-seven, 
To  take  a  stall  among  the  past, 
Its  robe  of  days  around  it  cast, 
Within  the  Memory  Hall  of  Time, 
Immortal  mummies  in  the  cave 
That  forms  its  immaterial  grave : 
Days  of  goodness,   days  of  shame, 
Days  of  wonders  most  sublime, 
Since  our  Lord  and  Master  came. 
May   Ninety-six  a  blessing  be 
To  you,   dear  friends — to  all — to  me. 


1 66  POEMS. 


1896. 

Good-by,  Old  Year! 

Some  care — more  cheer! 
To  God  be  praise  and  thanks  sincere 
For  all  His  mercies  to  us  here. 

Come  in  New  Year, 

Young  Ninety-seven ! 
With  the  graciousness  of  heaven 
To  all  lands  in  goodness  given; 

While  sweet  and  clear 
Be  our  spirit's  atmosphere. 


POEMS.  167 


1897. 

Old  Ninety-seven  has  jumped  the  track, 
Young  Ninety-eight  is  at  his  back 
To  watch  the  world  wag  on  its  way 
As  has  been  done  for  many  a  day. 
'Twas  twelve  o'clock  on  Friday  night 
The  old  year  slipped  away  from  sight, 
The  young  one  mounting  in  his  place 
To  run  a  solitary  race ; 
And  never  early,   never  late, 
'Twill  move  at  the  accustom' d  gait, 
Nor  ever  fast,  nor  ever  slow, 
Though  folk  will  often  fancy  so. 
As  deaf  and  dumb  as  any  sphinx 
It  onward  goes  and  never  winks  ; 
Yet  all  along  the  world  must  go, 
Nor  ever  utter  yes  or  no, 
In  ways  of  weal  or  ways  of  woe. 
May  the  Great  Giver  of  the  year 
Make  all  our  pathways  plain  and  clear 
From  every  hidden  stumbling-stone : 
All  praise  be  unto  Him  alone! 


1 68  POEMS. 


1898. 

'Twill  no  longer  wait, 
And  in  befitting  state 
Goes  out  the  midnight  gate 
To  enter  in  the  door 
That  leads  to  nevermore, 
The  sea  that  has  no  shore, 
And  not  a  breeze  blows  o'er. 


1899. 

Robed  in  snow-white  raiment  fine 
Entereth  young  Ninety-nine 
On  this  hallow' d  Sabbath-day, — 
Grace  attend  her  steps,  we  pray; 
Sweet  and  gentle  be  her  sway. 
May  the  Lord  his  blessing  lay 
On  us  all  along  the  way  ! 


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